Slip Away - Lloyd Cole

No longer harbour

To escapist design

I propose an exit strategy

Could you let it go?

A simple loss of traction

On an empty road

More than likely sleeping at the wheel

And then again

In it’s current condition

Sustainded disrepair

I’d say this house is falling down

Ripe for torching, then

A single cigarette falls

From a sleeping hand

And softly, softly, softly I will slip away

And fade until I assume complete transparency

Softly, softly, softly I will slip away

And then into the ether where I belong