To cushion the effects
that life has thrown in your face
To collect in cupboards the memory
of your faceless expression
To televise the news you sent to me
so freely leaving out the best bits
So i could create a world of my own
And the table is laiden with
All the good things money could never buy
Step lightly on the carpet of roses that
I have place for your tender feet to step
oh my there is so much freedom in your smile
I sigh long and hard
not knowing which way you have turned
or which tunnel you are hidding in