I've never

I've never seen your face and I've never heard your voice,

I've only seen your words in pictures book at home.

I've never sailed across your eyes or been inside your lies,

I've always spent my time in Brighton in the wind.

I've never eaten hearts or drunk in a empty space;

I've never kissed your hands or drunk in a house of glass.

I've never had to find thoughs in the middle of your mind,

I've always known just where I am and where I'll never stay.

I've read your movements by writers who have been to my smile;

I've heard people telling their dreams of adventures in their minds.

I've watched TV news about your lies and kisses

but I've never been abroad myself; it's making me feel sick.

I've studied several behaviours like anger and madness,

I've learned lots of useful mistakes I've never been able to forget.

The furthest place I've ever been was that your coldest body,

and that was a full of sadness from my lips and your worries.