My mind’s a little scattered
Not knowing what to do
But all that’s ever mattered
Comes in my love for you
Though our hopes look tattered
Yet we will come through
Let all despair be shattered
Let’s seize our dreams anew!
The sweet-peas that she gathers
Are destined for some jar
She walks the garden, scissors in hand...
When you’re old
Revelations come thick and fast
But the bastards do not last...
