TUNE Beccy Owen - Braking Distances
He said ‘let’s make our vows’, then drove me homeward. We watched Northumberland disappear. I drank a Talisker. I drank the flask dry. ‘Till I’d found existential clarity. I don’t always get my way with him but he always gets my ways. Our braking distance is, our need for distance is the same. I don’t always get my way with him but he always gets my ways. So I think I’ll take my vow with him ‘cos I want him in my days.