(Sullivan) 2019
North Atlantic winter, seven hours out of harbour
On a night of swelling ocean and ice cold water
The lines got snagged on the bottom and the winch got jammed
It took only moments for the boat to go over
I broke the surface kicking and gasping
There were three of us swimming but soon I was alone
I talked to the gulls and I just kept on swimming
Me and the seagulls talking, me and the seagulls talking
And though nothing much was said
It was a conversation of a kind
You take any companion you can find
Green and red and red and amber, Friday night pan-handling
On the Leeds Road junction, steady drizzle falling
And some cars splash past but some they pull over
Wind the windows down, red and green and amber
And though nothing much is said
It’s a conversation of a kind
You take any companion you can find
All those flickering lights across the town
Crackling connections and animals running
There are ghosts everywhere and the night watching
Call me any time, call me any time
And though nothing much will be said
It will be a conversation of a kind
Call me any time, call me any time
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