She stares into the mirror, youth fading with the sun.
The hollows in her face like wishing wells.
Scarlet as a paper-cut, and jewelled as the Orion,
She´d never worn that jewellery as a girl.

She says ´the only thing I´ve ever found
That´s greater than it always sounds.
Is love.´

He stares into the river, heart falling to the dri"
An argument of cars moving full steam behind.
Blood-shoot as a baby, and sulking like a valley
Fishing in reflections, killing time.

He says ´the only thing I´ve ever found
That´s greater than it always sounds
Is love.´

It´s the bath that´s getting cold
While you´re frozen to your bed,
The milk that´s going rancid on the table.
The panic in the evening,
The photos in the dustbin,
The pointless items we forgot to label.
It´s the perfume on her wrists
That stinks of easy Birthdays,
The spare keys like asbestos on the side.
It´s the cross around his neck,
For luck and not for honour,
Like diamond over knuckle
On a newly married bride.

She says ´the only thing I´ve ever found
That´s greater than it always sounds.
Is love.´

He says ´the only thing I´ve ever found
That´s greater than it always sounds
Is love.´

And I know the only thing I´ve ever found,
That´s greater than it always sounds.
Is love.