SIMPLE LYRIC
Words: Brian Patten, Music: Caroline Lavelle
The space his leaving creates,
I have tried to fill
with bodies that numbed my skin.
In them I had expected to find his opposites;
I found only forgeries.
He’s away and I cannot breathe him in.
When I think of his sparkling face,
and of his body that rocked me this way and that;
when I think of his laughter,
his jubilance that filled me,
it’s a wonder I’m not gone mad.
He’s away and I cannot breathe him in.
He is a fiction I’ve made,
yet I cannot stop longing for him.
Craving sensation new flesh
cannot wholly calm;
perhaps it’s for more than him.
He’s away and I cannot breathe him in.
