Hold it back
Just hold it back...

You were ever such a lovely boy
Trained in nothing else but driving...

Here is my confession.
I cry. Did you know that...

The pain inside is like a secret.
A naughty secret that must be kept hidden...

I'm looking at the salads, Nat
While I'm standing at my till...

Funerals are steeped in tradition;
Hymns and words of prayer for those no longer...

There once was a horse that stood on a course
And tossed its head with glee...

Don't pretend you're looking at my name badge...
I know what you're really looking at...

I washaving trouble breathing
And my chest had started heaving...

Back in the day when the world was so sweet,
Full of new people who weren't scary to meet...

If I could feel a squirming, wriggling mass,
A bundle of limbs and soft, soft flesh...

Why do you tell me you love me?
You raise my hopes so high...