( RE Broughton )  I met her in a garden where the warrior grows.  We shivered in the darkness I knew you were  at home.  I told you I was lonely begged you not cry.  Blown smoke in my head Green lights in your eye.  You know about me and the business man it's  hard to keep a friend.  Stone cold shaking-waiting for the rest wondering  where it ends.  I don't know how I got this far at all.  You said you'd like to meet her it was soon arranged.  She said you were her sister though we all felt strange.