Bite your lip, hold your tongue
Don't interrupt: I have begun
To sort this out, we'll have a plan
Tomorrow morning.
Don't sit down, leave your coat on
We're going straight out, leave the door open
If there is doubt, we will know
Tomorrow morning.
As he faded into old age
Conan Doyle believed in faeries
I fell in love on April fool's day
I dug a hole so deep it scared me
So build a bridge, come to bed
don't make mileage from the stupid things we said
You wouldn't want to hear me beg
Tomorrow morning.
Like an abandoned zoo in wartime
I am no high priority
If you have to shoot the animals around you
You might as well start with me...
Is this real - or fiction?
Is this my affliction?
Bite your lip, hold your tongue
Don't interrupt, I have begun
We'll sort this out, we'll make a plan
Tomorrow morning.