Answers on a Postcard

Moving like a pipe dream In and out of crime scenes I can make you rich Drowning in a silver screen Whatever that means Standing on my porch In nothing but a headtorch She did this to me Like a tranquilliser dream Or a movie scene Old friend Look in my eyes when you Pretend Pages of poems in my bin You can try the locks But you won't get in I'll be in the Maldives Every Christmas Eve So I don't have to see Any section of that scene And ask you how've you been Tell me was it so hard Answers on a postcard Lipstick on the seal Why'd you always disappear? I thought we had a deal Old friend Look in my eyes when you Pretend Pages of poems in my bin You can try the locks But you won't get in I got stage fright In the cinema last night So I wrote another twist On chapter nine But no one noticed it Moving like a light beam In and out of bad dreams Like a light beam In your bad dreams Moving like a light beam In and out of bad dreams Like a light beam In your bad dreams Old friend Look in my eyes when you Pretend And gently push me off the Deep end Upon one thing I can depend The smoke and the mirror won't be friends.