Sitting in a whirlwind,
Wailing hurricanes within...
I guess, by now, you know I'm done;
Can't take it any more...
We played the game for seven years. We didn't plan...
Yet nothing had prepared us for the pain...
At least you get your woman back;
The one you always wanted...
When first I asked for you to come,
I didn't want a lot...
One peaceful night, calm and serene,
The Moon lit up the sky...
Hidden. Lost.
Finding her way down cobbled streets...
I'm sitting writing poems,
Not sure if they're labour pains...
The evenings lengthen, as we come
Towards the fresh new Spring...
I think that I have proved myself.
I've shown just what I'd do...
The problem is I miss you.
I really want to kiss you...
Isn't it funny, how scents never change,
Even if you wear different aftershave...