Outside A Broken Hearted Station.

On your own again
Weathers changing
But, we don't want to talk about that
Dropping tears again
From heights so low
But, don't you want to talk about that
Catch a death, dear
Or get in my heart
On your own again
But, I don't want to think of it like that
Sit out in the garden, with leaves on the lawn
Watch birds fly across the sky, relax this morn
Flowering budding trees, what else could we ask for
Gin in teacups, and a glimpse of life at dawn.

Butterfly and balloons
It's Sunday at noon
And, everyone wants to talk about that
Bellowing babies
Changing nappies
But, we don't want to know about that
Find a light, love
It'a from above
But, nobody wants to speak about that
Sit around the corner where the old nut tree was
In fields of harvest growth, scents of summer Sun
Children playing music, in their hearts they trust
Seasons in the playground, we watched everyone.

The moon is dull again
Time took the blame
But. you don't want to hear about that
Outside broken heart station
Set in place by anticipation
But, who's going to want to shout about that
Dig deeper, darling
Your Diamond ring
Nights are closing in again naturally as they do
And, we're coming down to see a hot-air balloon
Glide along the floor when you've had the blues
Underneath duvet covers, winter's coming soon.

Distant is a time
A love to find
But, who will ever want to wonder about that
Broken flowerpots
Broken hearts a lot
But, you'll never want to find out about that
A million flowers
Dirty showers
Of a nation
And, a five-mile queue outside a broken-hearted station.
Blowing with the wind and, it helps along the way
Blistering weather in the wettest part of each year
But, never mind the bones, they are crying all day
Cooling blood down that extra more is life a fear.