We talk about a wasting disease
Lazy birds flutter in the trees
Pretty flowers bare there petals to the breeze
And to the bees
Is the moon made out of concrete or cheese?
And is there any room for me to appease
My for boding, my sense of unease
Or will you bring me to my knees
Are you the miracle cure?
On the special hospital tour
Admit me today
And I will happily stay
With you forever, and ever
Play the washed up out of date guy
In a plane too big for the sky
In pain and refusing to cry
For the truth when it’s all just a lie
The trees are blue and the sky is green
And the grass is grey
And the fields are aubergine
How mad do I seem?
Do you have a bed here for me?
Will I require a Section 3?
New drugs and an OT
Just tell me how mad how mad do I have to be?
Give me the say so…and let me stay so…no letting me go …Louise
Are you for real or is this dream
Climb aboard the time machine
See you play in your netball team
And going on sweet seventeen