Life on track
To what it should be...

Everything a riddle
all an anagram...

We can relate to all the things
Alls been said and sung out loud...

The time has come for me to say
What we are now...

Do you miss me?
See me in your dreams...

Open my eyes and you're not there
Not for those cold mornings...

You should know how it feels
to be left this alone...

Oil smells
And all it dwells...

Fly like the great wings,
Take off and leave me to see...

Meeting on the country lane,
Doing you no favours there...

Give me all of your love,
and I will let you in...

Cloth felt skin,
held so close...