Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
If I could look
Into your skin
Into your arm
What would I see?
Someone who
Was made of meat
Someone who
Was made of blood
Someone who
Was just like me
If I could gaze
Into your brain
Into your hair
What would I see?
Someone who
Was made of wood
Someone who
Was made of stone
Someone to-
Tally alone
You