Travelling through a year you got wrapped in mystery
Looking for the world like Count Deed and his crib
You know what I mean by New Year ending
You know what I mean by most things
A cold heart is seen holding out
It depends who a fold on new next statement
Register the King's Head, a bad year
And don't quote Shakespeare at me
What I remember?
Whisky in the park and missing work
Sans stripped iffy ran on Waterloo bridge
Suspicion in a picture - St.Germain
Spinning a blue top makes the memory change
Your saddest kind of optimism held at the position of drug
What are you saying?
More to the point, what do you mean?
Cold hands are seen holding out
At next to the folder the year chains
Don't be so keen they're the good story
Don't quote unquote at me
Well all that's over
And all's to the best
In this book's world
Written in the cover
Nothing could be understood
Came down the turnpike
Was refused a toll
Can you remember being mistaken for lovers?
We all had a desire for leaning on a powers book
Some of us more than others
Then cold hearted steam wholly added
Hands look folded on next year chains
I wouldn't be so keen to start a romance
Well... don't quote me
{Old VO recordings scratch}
To me its its a thing its
Its a thing to do
To make some
Ridiculous
Distraction
You ask my reaction
It may sound ridiculous
If you're talking about that... that
Ah the trees are twitching again
Everything leans to all over the ground
From the high wind to the low
To the mist that collects in the hollows obscures everything
The pure air is cold