Scattered Black and Whites

Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees

My hands are black, the sun is going down

She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam

She's listening to the dream I weaved today

Crosswords through the bathroom door

While someone sings the theme-tune to the news

And my sister buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air

And that's what triggered this

I come back here from time to time

I shelter here some days

A high-back chair, he sits and stares

A thousand yards and whistles marching-band

Kneeling by and speaking up

He reaches out and I take a massive hand

Disjointed tales that flit between

Short trousers and a full dress uniform

And he talks of people ten years gone like I've known them all my life

I scattered black and whites

I come back here from time to time

I shelter here some days

I come back here from time to time

I shelter here some days