oh I THINK ITS LOVELY THAT
you would be sayin that
its such a shame that he
wont be here to see me
I never knew his smile
this should not take a while
could you leave me alone
i need to find a home
somewhere

this is the winters day
i like to feel this way
covered in cinnamon
my lifes a bitter one
cant stop me sayin that
hide under a hat
and what i'd like to say
is now was yesterday
sometimes

bombs keep on falling down
newsmen are hanging round
cricket scores coming in
worried which team of men win
familys wake to bombs
the happy foods carry on
find them their socks and head
help get them out of bed
someday