A Head for Herod-Official Secrets Act

Are you coming round Is it warm enough I've been the only one to touch you For so long now Have you grown tired of my advances Is it growing dark I've been the only one to cry for you For so long now Have you grown tired of my tears Could you ask for more Than these corridors Where I've been the only one to lie for you For so long now Have you grown tired of my inventions How you're growing up I've been the only one to die for you For so long now Have you grown tired of my big ideas No word of this Lest anybody remembers The names the faces the ages the genders The hair the eyes the lips and the legs We'd rather not suffer fresh burns from the embers Of dying old fires and shared cigarettes It's not happened yet