Donkey talk

I can hear the donkey talk

Words chained out in a line

Loads of reason not much rhyme

Finger drumming beats behind

Donkey talk most of the time

The conversation peters out

So you stare down at your shoes

Theres not much more to talk about

When the silence is confused

Then our eyes suddenly meet

And we choose to look away

Thats just where we are today



Theres no sense in hanging round

But we stand there all the same

You find a verb I pluck a noun

As the patience starts to strain

Then our words suddenly clash

As if theres so much to say

Thats just where we are today



We used to stay up all night

With our eyes all bloodshot and wonky

We would hold each other tight

And talk the back legs off a donkey

But now Im wearing its hat

We cant even laugh at that