when all you want to do is rock
but you don’t
watch them motor again
we can race and will bend
you might
like morning will keep us
locked in our arms
roses for weepers
not
the same old loose lipped cannon
speaks for you today
alone without
how d’you get to be so beautiful?
how d’you get to
This house is your own
still living alone
it don.t make you
I’ll take you where you want to go
under the city
one day they’ll pay to know your name
but you’ll be
tonight the tv is my friend
life’s misdemeanours
won’t let the magic
it’s a new day
wasting away
nothing to lose my friend
by the