Oh, I s'pose we write,
This is how we thrive,
Take me far from here,
Take me beyond hair.
There's a rhythm running through my hair,
Slipstream taking me somewhere,
Heaven used to be a pretty affair.
Promise me you'll ring,
Whispered from a state,
Touch me, breathe a sigh,
And leave me high and dry.
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12 April 2006 / John Relph / Thanks to Gareth Senior