novelist

She has a face like novelist

And her eyes are like wine

She's never been on top of things

And she worries all the time

Two hands intertwined

Across the face of something beautiful

Why turn back the time

When our words are irreversible

Candles on the mantelpiece

Two bottles that we bought

I try to fill your glass but come up a little short

And I wish

I wish she was mine

And I still see her

From time to time

I'm no ornithologist

But if I had more time

I'd watch the magpies

And write a better rhyme

So we drift away

Under a pale white sun

And we don't look back

Until we've had our fun

And I wish

I wish she was mine

And I still see her

From time to time

And I wish

I wish she was mine

And I still see her

From time to time

And I wish

I wish she was mine

And I still see her

From time to time

She has a face like novelist

And her eyes are like wine