Who is a writer
The one who picks up the pen
And gets inspired by men 
There was a guy called Daz
And I walked through a sea of lads
Just to meet his eye
In a place where love can never die
And they call me goofy and they call me a fool
And Americans call college school
But I met him in the hall
I ran the length of the wall
Just to whisper through the crevice
Do you wanna be an absolute menace 
With me
And free
Our blood pulses in our veins 
As we talk each others names
Casually, in conversation 
And the elation
Is not one sided we
Have made our own version history
Somewhere in the great unfold
You were my field of gold
When I laboured in the dark
And I have memories of Nutgrove park
Right by the church
Loving the way it hurt
Coz it meant that you got in
But you are the colour of him
When he breaks the sun across the sky
Something of us will never die
As red as a shepherd’s morning
I took it as a grave warning
To be on my guard
And when it got hard
I hid my loving part
From the work of art
That is your eye
When it’s locked into my lie
As it’s beating true
The heart in me was made for you




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