Sit down in an armchair,consider life going by,push me off the cliffs of Boniffacio in the vain hope,I can fly.Fairies in the forest,wait for me no more,wish not to enchant me,or take me to the Tor.The perfume of my xmas trees not for my fair girls nose,I follow paper chases and letters to see where she may go.My son eager to share his secrets.My girl screams and enjoys the sound.Its the twenty first December And a fine full moon. The dancing and the music tempt the dead to leave the tomb. I took my body to the scrapyard, helped to fix some cars Gave a quote for spiral stairs, Now im off to see the stars. Finish my Tea, wash my cup, Full moon, Fill me up.