High above the hill house, a signal's sent out
And who knows its ring tone over the valley?
Even this early we're up and about.
Transmission skims head-tops at Ally Pally
As understated as this: when we're out
Almost touching hands at the finale
I'm rifling through optimism for your doubt
As I hide the need to cry behind my hand
Thinking of with and thinking of without
Choking on uncertainty, there is a demand
From my body for an answer in significant time,
The years this palace observed the city expand
But puzzled I can't ask in this newness of mine
Dip to brush lips where our fingers still twine
