She was there when you weren’t
I had to get by
On crutches 
So I wouldn’t die
And the battering winds 
Shook the shutters 
Wooden and thin
Til I stumbled upon the dream of him
Somewhere on a reading scene 
It was like something woke the dream
Up from where it was in bed 
I found myself instead
And I had a flame so red 
Looking into my eyes 
But I couldn’t hide the disguise 
That just erupted 
Have I fucked it up
Coz I know I still think of you
And his trail of blue 
How do I decide 
Which one I choose to tell lies 
Like I could be bound in matrimony 
But it just starts to feel a little phoney 
Coz I could never be tied by a ring
That follows me round like a golden string