Broken watches, feeling fractious   I know you don't love it so   Falling over, off the tyre   I know it seems too far      This garden is growing over   This hard ice I'm roaming on   Watch out   Fat chance that you'll ever get another chance to be a cover up   My head and wipe a flannel      Falling over aeroplanes and   Wanting to be derelict   Work together   Love each other      This garden is growing over   And nothing can ever be said for you, and that's just   Here's your answer: Why bother?   I've never been nothing other   Than the boy with the words that lose control