Chagall

Chagall, sit on my windowsill

I'll be in the kitchen

The sky is pink, my eyes are filled with

Colours I've never even heard of

Are you of this world?

Do you feel my love?

Are you held by this world?

Do you feel it's deserved?

Chagall, sit on my windowsill

You know that I'll always be waiting

And I've laid down for other men, you know

And I have let them paint me

But the face on the page is

Always so strange

Her eyes far away

In a half-dreamt place

Chagall, sit on my windowsill

Come inside as the night falls

I've spent too long tapping window panes

And listening for messages in bird calls

And I have been deranged by grief

I spent the best part of the last decade asleep

And I know the havoc that love can wreak

Have you ever undressed a queen?

Chagall, sit on my windowsill

Watch me, I always leave the light on

You'll know my shape from shadows dreamed

Remember the silhouettes and ghost songs

Are you of this world?

Do you feel my love?

Are you held by this world?

Do you feel it's deserved?

Chagall, I'd given up

Made my peace with the living in a world I cannot trust

And I forgive each and every one

Of the men who tried to wear me down and told me it was love