"Virgin Fantasies"

Carried on stormy clocks, vague towns, fake tans
A burgeoning sense of cinema lights
Shining at plastic tops in solitary spots
Knighted by incendiary smiles

Coloured in by the thoughts, dope screens, trash talk
A melodramatic score of truth
Iconic familiar pouts that TV dreams kick out
Smudged and ground into their sleeves
Ripped ragged by the stream
Of ficticious foreign cliches

Fool’s virgin fantasies, can they handle the myth?
Can they handle the myth? Can they handle the
Fool’s virgin fantasies, can they handle the myth?
Can they handle the myth? Can they handle the.....

Forget the blinding bliss
Forget the sharks and stiffs
Forget the lines exist

Follow the extra steps, lost shirts digress yawns
You’ve met the one but still they yawn
Tall and wearing an X – ray dress, smoke your cigarette
I’ve already seen right through your head

Fool’s virgin fantasies, can they handle the myth?
Can they handle the myth? Can they handle the
Fool’s virgin fantasies, can they handle the myth?
Can they handle the myth? Can they handle the.....

Forget the blinding bliss
Forget the sharks and stiffs
Forget the lines exist

David Laley 2009