Now in summer, I could be happy or in distress   Depending on the company   On the veranda talk of the future or reminisce   Behind the dialog, we're in a mess   Whatever I intended, I sent you flowers   You wanted chocolates instead      The flowers of romance   The flowers of romance      I've got binoculars on top of box hill   I could be Nero, fly the eagle, start all over again   I can't depend on these so-called friends   It's a pity you need to defend   I'll take the furniture, start all over again