Separation
Gone to heaven,
In a tub,
A mildly embarrassing tale of woe,
Not a pretty sight,
But a nice way to go.
There's Christmas crackers
with your name inside,
If you're free why don't you sing a fee song.
With a pretty view,
Where once there was wonder, there's now just colour,
A blur to me,
But maybe not to others.
I don't look through now,
I'm afraid to see,
If you're free why don't you sing a fee song.
Separation.
Gone to heaven
On a cloud,
And though they laugh, you know inside
That no-one ever loves a clown,
But if the people clap,
You'll do it all again,
Just hope than everything makes it's own sense
In the end.
Separation.
Separation.
There's not many things as sad as a song bird
That no longer sings.
There's not many things as sad as a song bird
That no longer sings.
Separation.
There's not many things as sad as a song bird
That no longer sings.
There's not many things as sad as a song bird
That no longer sings.
Separation