the midsummer heat gets the newspapers talking as diligent crowds fill the roads and as the people decamp to the beaches then i ll share the city with you if only i could share the city just with you a handwritten note is a scant consolation but i ll take whatever love s left with pen strokes that slant from the left to the right like a drunk cyclist meandering home on a cold christmas eve and i know i know this faded note that i hold in my hand an invitation to run it s a chain reaction to run to the tempting lines in disposable ink a dozen casual promises i m falling back in i m always the first to get burnt by the summer or blinded by someone i trust i pray on my knees for the sweetest release of the cold autumn months if only i could share those autumn months with you i never could count the cards but i sure learned to read your brown eyes you never learned russian whist but you sure learned to spin out a yarn as far and as wide as the national grid and promises promises fall from your lips overwhelmingly promises promises fall from the page like a mountain spring distilled and repackaged as something unique and i know i know this single page that i hold in my hand an invitation to run it s a chain reaction to run to the tempting lines in disposable ink a dozen casual promises i m falling in so keep the unblinking eyes it s okay i buy it keep up the paperwork i just want to read it keep up the party line i ll might not believe it but just want to hear it i just want hear it out loud and i know i know this steady hand that i hold in my hand an invitation to run it s a chain reaction to run to the tempting lines in throwaway speech a dozen casual promises well back in the day when your letters arrived i d be lovesick i guess the ts ls and js would all slant the same way but now something has changed the handwriting tells always give us away