Three Month Summers

Three Month Summers
In the haunted suburbs pass
Your tea leaves in your glass
You think you're Paul Verlaine

Helen in the Rhododendrons
Stole your clothes
I lost myself, I vanished in
a brief, ecstatic rain

Autumn round the corner
With its eeriness
Someone's smoking in a hatchback
Screwing on your lawn

Late that year I caught a glimpse
Inside the trees
I cannot tell you what I saw
I was somebody else

As I sing
The night is clear
The swallows fly in from nowhere
From nowhere
I never saw them before
I never saw them before
I never saw them before