Now in summer, I could be happy or in distress On the veranda talk of the future or reminisce Behind the dialog, we're in a mess Whatever I intended, I sent you flowers You wanted chocolates instead
I've got binoculars on top of box hill I could be Nero, fly the eagle, start all over again I can't depend on these so-called friends It's a pity you need to defend I'll take the furniture, start all over again More from Public Image Limited