How long can I go – travel through this hell
Just to see if I can unring this bell
It’s been ringing for twenty odd years
or so it seems
From a forgotten year, it reared it’s horned head
I slept next to you as you wept in our bed
And wondered if you knew it was over then
I think I did
So now, this, to whom should I address this last write
This news from a ghost you didn’t know had died
Will seem a shock to you, I know
and to everyone else
What will they see when our two hearts are breaking?
What will they see as our two hearts are breaking?
What will they see now we are breaking?
What will they see?