Push you away,
far, far away...

Antagonising shouts, piercing screams,
ripping through the core of me...

If I were a sound, I would be the rustling of...
because I am quiet and peaceful...

Your brown eyes sparkle like chestnuts,
smile, and your teeth are twinkling stars...

Let our souls soar
to the heavens...

Come, sweep me off my feet
with that smile so bitterly sweet...

Hanging stilettos on the door as I pass,
reaching for yet another glass...

Comeback Kid always won,
always had a hidden plan...

Stars twinkle in realms above,
as peaceful as Noah's dove...

You, my love, are an array of serenades,
each floating gracefully into the next...

Britain.
The land of hope and glory...

Look at how far we have come,
at all of the great things we have done...