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| Pete Atkin sings
The Double Agent by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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Your manifest perfections never cease To drive the day-long terrors out of mind They are the lights the darkness hides behind Allowing satisfaction its increase Beyond the petty boundaries designed To keep us well aware the world's unkind And still your eyes proclaim a reign of peace A ruined man falls sideways far away And too far gone to see my lady's hair Supposing he was here or she was there My lover's mouth has not a word to say To stanch the flow or slow him on his way It sends a smile to me across the air And still I feel that fortune smiles today Between the breaking of your morning bread And the final pretty speeches of the night A million destinies drop out of sight A million people get it in the head You join the silks and perfumes of your bed Like a long delightful insult to the dead And still your breast is where I'd lay my head Forgive, forget the rest of what I said And still your breast is where I'd lay my head | |||||
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