‘Ring the bells that still can ring.

Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack in everything.

That’s how the light gets in.’

Leonard Cohen, ‘Anthem’

 

I think it’s time that you and I took a tour,

Of all the abandoned houses of the world.

It’s been too long we’ve looked like no one owns us.

 

We’ll pack the car with some picnic food, party food, a turntable and some power.

We’ll take hundreds of candles and baskets of flowers.

We’ll take records and blankets and books of poems.

And shitloads of that sparkling red wine.

 

We’ll breeze into the first as though invited,

Borne on thermals of fresh air.

We’ll set up in the first room we get to

And we’ll have our party right there.

 

And we will not trouble the ghosts

And we will not light the fires

And we will not sweep the floors

Or open any of the locked shut doors.

 

We will not coax water from rusted taps

And we will not look for photographs.

We won’t search for dusty old wedding dresses.

We will not question the house until it confesses.

 

We will not mend the cracks in the windows,

Nor the roof of rusted tin.

We will leave the broken things just as they are

Because that’s how the light gets in.

 

And as our old tunes turn on the table,

We’ll laugh and dance ‘til gone midnight.

We’ll eat all our food and we’ll drink all our wine.

We’ll hold each other so tight.

 

And while the wind whips around us we’ll fuck on the floor,

‘Til the forgotten old place cries out for more.

 

We’ll do this for the rest of our lives.

And I don’t think we’ll ever get bored.

But in any case, we’ll continue.

We’ll keep going until we’re restored.