Memory hurts – our hearts are stung
But sometimes I think the pain is for
Not a particular place but more
A special time – when we were young
For freer days when we knew hope
And what we felt we had was – scope.
And where Rose goes, who knows?
Right now I know she sleeps
When I’m spark out, she’ll be about...
I see you solo in the shadowy house
You move from room to room, you stroke a cat
You listen to a tape...
