Text: The Postmarks. Know Which Way The Wind Blows.

Drawing eyes
from across the room
they?re staring out of the paper
but you are withdrawn
from the faces looking on
are you a spy
or an artist drawing lines

is there a hidden camera
in your pen
cos i'm having trouble avoiding
the questions in your eyes
if this is your disguise
please stop trying to draw
information out of me

drawing eyes
wide-open like
the curtains to a play
but i cannot stay
in the audience
feeling so withdrawn
from the faces looking on
to applaud for curtain call

do you carry magnets
in your pockets
cos i'm having trouble
resisting your gravity
when you are near
please stop drawing this out
using your secret agent
on me