Switching Off - elbow

Last of the men in hats hops off the coil

And a final scene unfolds inside

Deep in the rain of sparks behind his brow

Is a part replayed from a perfect day

Teaching her how to whistle like a boy

Love’s first blush

Is this making sense?

What am I trying to say?

Early evening June

This room and a radio play

This I need to save

I choose my final thoughts today

Switching off with you

All the clocks give in And the traffic fades

And the insects like a neon choir

The instant fizz

Connection made

And the curtains sigh

In time

With you

You, the only sense the world has ever made

Early evening June

This room and radio play

This I need to save

I choose my final scene today

Switching off

Ran to ground for a while there

But I came off pretty well

You, the only sense the world has ever made

This I need to save

A simple trinket locked away

I choose my final scene today

Switching off with you