temporary

Jon Gomm

She's panic buying
Walking down the aisle that she feels identified in
It's number seven
Where the colour smears into photographs of heaven

Don't raise your voice if you're talking to me
We're only temporary
She plays the numbers
Seconds hiss away until a day is just a flicker

Her goddess slumbers
Waiting in her dream until the memory is quicker
Don't raise your hands it's easy can't you see
We're only temporary