Back to terra firma
Back to the very first thing
Back to light coming through your window
Like hot blood flooding a numb limb
Back to that same strange, sad terror
That's invading from the waking world
Back where you felt like the last real king of anything
Back to sweaty and terrified
Back to watching myself hanging pissed
Back to my own two strangers hands
From a star emblazoned bridge in Hammersmith
Back to my clean shirt clinging to my dirty skin
Back where you felt like the last real king of anything