He walked past the old churches for sale on the Ormeau Road
and watched them as they stood so still in their garden overgrown
and he had a look out back and found another just like him
searching for a difference in a place he'd already been
eyes were sunsets red and blue, pastel, polished old cars
skin was pale but lips were a luscious scarlet, fresh cut scars
and they moved into the cellar joined by their hands then at their teeth,
covering your eyes is sometimes the only way to see
the town they searched and searched but never came across the pair
I heard them say they did but i dont really think they cared.