Will Varley - Her Own Private Universe

Downstairs at the cradle always dressed in black and gold
Explaining to the angels how the dead were bought and sold
Some of them born in the gutter of love, others with silver trays
cll caught up in the crossfires of the war for better days
From the moonlight and the water and the dirt and the rust
She slowly built her own private planet earth

Summer had a lover in the city of sin who was hooked on the taste of the pain
He used to call every New Year's Eve and tell her they're making me the king of Spain
cnd every other night she used to dream there was a flood
I couldn't tell her what it meant, I don't think anybody could
She drank through the afternoons and sometimes after dusk
She'd paint pictures of her own private planet earth

I woke up in a daze she was reading something strong
She offered me a page, I said “I really should go home”
But she flickered like a candle as we sank into the floor
'Till neither of us could tell if we were dreaming anymore
Her bedroom became a kingdom as she beckoned me to serve
cnd we fell into our own private planet earth

Joe and Rita stayed together, through the good times and the hard
Through the everlasting winters and the changing of the guards
Through the slow and crystal evenings and the ageing of the skin
Through the unknown and the darkness and the power from within
Just after the wedding as they walked out of the church
They seemed to have their own private planet earth

Spring came like a letter from an old forgotten friend
Who reminds you every year that everything must end
cs the early morning sunshine shot shadows in the rug
She stared out of the window and said tell me that I'm good
I told her we should leave before the autumn took a turn,
Or get trapped in our own private planet earth

The joker kept his money in a box under the sink
cnd he never even used to lock it just to prove some kind of point
I think I knew somehow as she handed me the case
She never looked over her shoulder, she slowly walked away
cs old man left the cafe, there was movements in the birds
cs we walked back to our own private planet earths

Well the Tuesdays and the afternoons and the endless empty nights
Slowly did their trick and turned into lifetimes
Half a pack of playing cards and a photograph of her
cnd on the back beneath her name, just these words:
Between the chaos and the void, the miracle is us
Now go find your own private universe

Written by:
WILL VARLEY

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