Here's a strange little number - Perspex. A demo recorded at Magic Garden Recording Studio﻿ with Gavin Monaghan and Alan's in Bath in about 1756. Will it make the album? Won't it? What do you think?

Distortion like a veil
Heat haze of solitude
A thin film of unreality
Watching the word revolve in front of me
Waiting for my life to begin
Blind faith in what might be
Like the broken faith you held in me
There is Perspex between our lips

I feel so ashamed now
Ashamed I’m never strong enough
And I’ll take all the blame now
That I condemned our life and love
I know how you feel, I feel it too
But I don’t know what to do
When it came to come on, come on, come on commit
There was Perspex between our lips

Deliberately distracted
Avoiding issues and complications
Cause when we stop to think it kills us
We can barely function
Let automatic pilot
Deal with the undealable
All the too emotional - All the getting by stuff
When every day’s a war zone - Pay the gas, do the washing up
When the lights are on but no-one’s home - Be polite to our parents
Instinctive/Superficial interaction/conversation - Empty conversation - Engage in conversation
We so rarely function
When we dare to think it kills us
Remote communications
Handle sensitivity
None said it would be like this
There is Perspex between our lips


Robert A Sparrow