Through the years we played the game
Of love, soon learning all the rules
And my heart even now she schools
From a simple photoframe
I lift iced whisky mixed with lemonade
To lips I love, watch cigarette smoke
Caress the evening light...
The leaves are embracing the sky
It’s sick how they WRITHE so, like Uriah Heep
And stroking and kissing, so craven, oh weep...
