ST Peter’s Broken Doorbell
....is a a very old song about missing someone that gave you the feeling of being on the threshold of heaven. Written when I was 21.

St Peter’s Broken Doorbell

A year ago this month and one hour to the day
I left you on the platform and I waved your plane away
I had loved you like a raven loves a lion’s leftover prey
I would turn you over like an hourglass and I would wait for you to say
that 'I don’t know where I am going but I know here I am going to waste'
and then hand me back my love as I gave you your suitcase

A cotton rocket engine
Like a white crayon drawing and tracing
A second hand for ticking along the atmosphere’s face
I watch this planet as it’s spinning
And weaving furrows into my face
I think of you and I wonder if it’s so easy to escape
To never hear your footsteps echo as you move along your way
As the wells are drying up, you first to evaporate

 Now the grooves inside my heart are beginning to wear thin
I go up and down this country I hear the same old songs playing
Did you hear how Pharell Williams sees those colours when he sings?
Did you hear how Anthony O’Brien memorised 10,000 things?
well it is nothing to cure with distance
But it is a memorable refrain
And I cannot help but listen
‘You’ve either got it or you aint’

They built my heart inside a bottle
Threw it onto the high seas
Everywhere I go there are the same old boundaries
I thought I’d try and get in to heaven 
But I found I'd forgotten the route
If you should get there first love
Maybe then I can follow you