We can relate to all the things
Alls been said and sung out loud...

Cloth felt skin,
held so close...

Life moves on
you forget where you were...

Do you miss me?
See me in your dreams...

Open my eyes and you're not there
Not for those cold mornings...

Oil smells
And all it dwells...

A year gone by so fast,
proved our life is built to last...

Everything a riddle
all an anagram...

It's not the what
It's the how...

Meeting on the country lane,
Doing you no favours there...

Fly like the great wings,
Take off and leave me to see...

Life on track
To what it should be...