| [00:08] |
It's a lethal ballet |
| [00:11] |
Air traffic congestion |
| [00:14] |
I'm having a baby |
| [00:17] |
Second thoughts, scotch, dinner |
| [00:21] |
And someone's dancing on the box |
| [00:24] |
A former MP |
| [00:26] |
And no one was watching |
| [00:28] |
My oldest friends are a serious habit |
| [00:31] |
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home, |
| [00:37] |
To my sweet trampoline |
| [00:40] |
And acres of crash site love |
| [00:56] |
Someone's dancing on the box |
| [00:59] |
A former MP |
| [01:01] |
And no one was watching |
| [01:02] |
My oldest friends are a serious habit |
| [01:06] |
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home |
| [01:12] |
To my sweet trampoline |
| [01:14] |
And acres of crash site love |
| [01:59] |
Presidential delays |
| [02:01] |
Suppose I'm just lucky |
| [02:05] |
I'm having a shindig |
| [02:08] |
Me, Red Bob and the ivory host |
| [02:11] |
And someone's shouting on the box |
| [02:15] |
A chinless prefect gone Godzilla |
| [02:18] |
My newest friends have forgotten my name |
| [02:22] |
But so have I, so far so good and home |
| [02:28] |
You and me trampoline and oceans of crash site love |
| [04:07] |
What can be said of the cigarette smokes |
| [04:12] |
A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock |
| [04:16] |
If I stopped would the bus ever come |
| [04:20] |
Would the dawn ever kiss me, forgiven me, knowing what's done |
| [04:26] |
Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song |
| [04:31] |
Would the woodbines denied black another man's lungs |
| [04:37] |
Perverse as it may sound I sometimes believe |
| [04:41] |
The tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe |
| [04:47] |
What can be said of the whiskey and wine |
| [04:52] |
Random abandon or ballast for joy |
| [04:56] |
That was scuppered with trust, little more than a boy |
| [05:01] |
And besides I'm in excellent company |
| [05:07] |
I'm reaching the age when decisions are made |
| [05:11] |
On life and liver and I'm sure last ditch |
| [05:16] |
That'll I'll ask for more time |
| [05:19] |
But mother forgive me |
| [05:22] |
I still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey and a bundle of smokes in my grave |
| [05:27] |
But there isn't words yet for the comfort I get |
| [05:37] |
From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck that I wake to |
| [05:52] |
And where are the words for the leap in my chest |
| [05:57] |
When mischief appears either side of the scar on your nose |
| [06:05] |
By a rose thorn |
