seems I don’t need a phone call
a knock upon my door
now you know the water’s clear –
I’ll take you to the core
there is this isolation
gusting round my sails
now in more troubled stretches
friends have never bailed
a visit, your free ciggies
eyed every hurricane
but now the storm’s abated
I need you still the same
to steady me in eddies
to chip away my walls
do not think I need ya
only when I crawl