Tiring.

They talk 'til you snooze.

Never, ever realised.

That tide.

Colour, mystery.

You say kids'll tire me.

Couldn't keep.

Couldn't, these strains.

Leave a poor player's life for me.

Wise feet.

Never leave home.

Tracing you down baby,

Cos' I've outgrown.

Summer, new sound.

Seems I wasn't meant for you.

For long.

Feather, you think of.

Maybe then you'll call na-night,

Then go.