for every hour in the world elsewhere we talked about a future so special i had no doubts who you could become a confidence i d not seen of you so rare a turning of the heads a turning of the heads we catch each other out with our tall tales we catch each other out the greyhounds run their fences and fitzgerald talked in their churches yes i believe when we escaped their earshot for i am not a brave man confronted with a smile everybody confronted with a smile we catch each other out with our tall tales we catch each other out we tied a bootlace and hung a scarf to the accommodating tree that circled the bottle kept in the magic that tapped the ghosts of the non believers you made a cross out of birch and enveloped in it i said a silent prayer for you to the mary tripped plaster virgin  the turning of the heads we catch each other out with our tall tales we catch each other out and whilst you spoke your obscenities thus proving her helpless state i was scared you would spit or piss in this regard but you just laughed at this strange country with its strange old gods and ghosts and and foreign drunk explorers how strange we should find peace with one another we catch each other out with our tall tales we catch each other out 