The Pamphleteer Lyrics

The Pamphleteer lyrics

I'm standing on this corner.
Can't get their attention.
Facing rush hour
faces turned around.
I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a
chest,
then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground.
I'm weary with
right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
and waiting for a winter to be
done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
in all that I
could never overcome?
How I don't know what I should do with my hands when I
talk to you.
How you don't know where you should look, so you look at my
hands.
How movements rise and then dissolve, melted by our shallow
breath.
How causes dance away from me.
I am your pamphleteer.
I walk
this room in time to the beat of the Gestetner,
contemplate my next
communique.
The rhetoric and treason of saying that I'll miss you.
Of
saying "Hey, well maybe you should stay."
Sing "Oh what force
on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one"
like me
remembering the way it could have been.
So help me with this
barricade.
No surrender. No defeat.
A spectre's haunting Albert
Street.
I am your pamphleteer.