Umbrella

Katy’s on the telephone
With her collar up and her defences down
I smell like brandy and it’s starting to rain
She says the line is bad, she says «Speak up Dad»
But she speaks so softly when she says my name
She and I are talking, me and her
She says «it's just this kind of thing that could tear us apart»
I smell a little stronger now
I say «first we need something to tear us together»
Umbrella
Sue and I are walking, me and her
Along glistening footpaths in a strange suburb
And as we duck into a disused doorway
I wonder what she meant when she spoke of seeking shelter
Umbrella