Love is a catastrophe
Look what it’s done to me
Brought me down here so low
stranded, nowhere to go
No concentration
just rerunning conversation
Trying to understand
how I fell into this quicksand
What happens next?
With life I’m unimpressed
Pain like a cutter’s knife
Never been lonelier in my life
Who issued the instruction
for this mad act of destruction?
An end to equilibrium
Fate laughs: Look what we’ve done to him!
High wind through the trees
Falling November leaves
A weak sun hanging low
Summer seems so long ago
All my former dreams
tender romantic schemes
revealed as so naive
To think I could believe
In love as the kindest law
not as a declaration of war
Now I know at last for me
love is a catastrophe
2000. My most miserable lyric but, I’m sad to say, it’s how I felt on the windy November day it was written in the studio of the house I used to own in Weardale, County Durham.