Let Him In

He played the trumpet in a band Tidy jumper second hand Lacking love and living emptily A tray upon his lap A gameshow a tabby cat no shame though He'd phone his mother every night He'd poke his telescope Out of the window watching A naked silhouette was dancing just for him A silky apparition frantic Let him in He'd sometimes follow her to work Where he'd loiter and he'd lurk Catching glimpses of her brushing hair Wade through the rubbish just to see All the things she liked to eat Fantasizing of their life ahead So close to touching her He crept outside her window A naked silhouette was dancing just for him A silky apparition frantic Let him in If only love was free from Consent-uality If only love was free from Consent-uality