He got her drunk very quicklynHolding hands, they found the broom-cupboardnWhere he had control as far as the fallnWhen his hand covered wet hairnShe took over among furniture waxnDust, and the cloying yellow of polishing-clothnWhen he was sick, she comforted himnnOh hush, my friend, and sleepnAnd cuddle to the windnSleep on through the wavesnThat may wet your lover's dreamnnWe have been far through this night long hoursnWe will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...nnHe couldn't do it properlynThe disco, the office, the pub,nHad left out those details of delight.nSatisfied, he would collapse out,nPuzzled at why she still squirmed,nHeld onto him, tears curling into her mouthnThis was something their stories always omittednThat her joy would seem like painnWhen he focused after his release.nnDo sand and shells and stonesnPeep in through your night?nBut you should not be hurtnFor all will pass with time.nnWe have been far through this night long hoursnWe will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...nnIn the third week of the relationshipnShe was tripping on organic acidnWould stop to pick up a rained-out leafnWould give it tenderly into his handnFull of dead things before they reached the carnnWhen they drove she sat with mouth opennAs though photographed on the impact of a stomach punchnHer right fist gripping the skin of his left legnnHooking the steering-wheel closer to his heartnHe feared her, and slapped out sideways into her facenShe entered the cut with her tonguenGurgling gratitude for the strange tastennDo you fear the dark?nThen hush, and realisenThat though the angels never comenPrayers can soothe your mindnnWe have been far through this night long hournWe will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...nnThere was no premonition of the wet Hog's BacknThe sportscar slumped, snout into a beechnTheir corpses giving the vehicle armsnPetrol and blood at last dripping togethernBut quick flashes of a planned lunchnCold red beef, white cloth by a cherrywood firenGame pie, and for him two pints of colder beernThe winter air tucking under their eyelidsnAs they spun on the gravel at ClandonnTheir hands steaming from quick moisturenThe aromatic finger drawn up to his nostrilnDazed after mutual masturbationnThey zigzagged into a conservative endnnOh hush, my friend, asleep