Through the mist and dancing heather,
my long lost love walks to me for no man has tasted beauty like I,
I miss those dancing smiling eyes, your hands on mines,
only we danced to time, the happiness that made us chase loves fragile denial,
we were young and foolish, the only fun in town, was the sweet, sweet caress,
that blessed an idea to the meaning, I knew love, and I didn't know love.
and again I surrender, the pain as we play, act out life's torment and futile game,
an end to a means, the repetitive temptation of our teens, nowhere to go,
no one can see, the wave and the sea of our play for today, the whirlpool of a sinking
sweet retreat.

Would I change a ******* thing,
yes I ******* would.
Can we start again,
eh, no chance.
You had the last dance
at the last chance saloon,
you broke my heart and hurt me so,
my soul was a million pices,
my mind was gone,
the hurt still goes on and on,
over you my first love.
You are at the bottom of my well of regrets,
these you will never kiss again,
and these eyes will never look at you again,
my last love, my lost baby,
baby blue, goodbye.
To those drunken happy crimson nights,
those hugs and cuddles, sweet whispers in chimp ears,
your touch a pleasure never beaten,
your tickle warm breath against my beating heart,
the tender trap that pulled me to your inviting chest,
the way you smile when I nibble on your engaging neck
and the way you bite my first love my last love, goodbye.

The wind cries, and the clouds sighs to whether the rains wave to the skies,
as the moon waits patiently our love cascades, no longer hidden but shining brightly
like the stars way up in the heavens and my love dances to your eyes.
which shine and sparkle like the moonlight, alive a heartbeat waits on lips,
that kiss a sweet retreat, my everlasting love,
so sweet, so sweet.

I let it slip. I fell for you.
But the feelings, slipstream to a heart so true,
forever blue and the very smell of you,
makes me shiver, in our river of truth,
what doesn't **** me, won't hurt me and
the very mention of your name,
makes me shake,
that was my only mistake was loving you
my sweet surrender.

Wake up and use me, with your rapier wit,
that cynical whirlpool of jobbies,
your ****** heid of *****,
the way you address an audience is so funny
and the way you dress, comedy, loose and snooky,
you make me puke, puke, pukey.
******* my fragile mannequin,
oh you have bad breath.

Oh so patronising, I spit on your horizon,
you are so ****** up.
Pity hides from you, wake up and use another,
fragile and sneaky,
vulnerable and nasty,
false and three faces, loose cannon at the weekends,
you swim in a river of sad friends,
touch the gates of hell and get to ****.

Free to be, is a pleasure.
When you breathe the treasure of your heart
and realise it's daft Mr Springsteen to be dancing in the dark.