The King of Drowning

Back to terra firma
Back to the very first thing
Back to light coming through your window
Like hot blood flooding in on limbs
Back to that same strange, sad terror
That’s invading from the waking world
Back to where you felt like the last real king of anything

Back to sweaty and terrified
Back to watching myself hanging pissed
Back to my own two strangers hands
From stars that glaze the bridge in Hammersmith
Back to my clean shirt clinging to my dirty skin
Back to where you felt like the last real king of anything