Comments of the Inner Chorus

Stuck in a holiday Far into the river Sick of the flower rhymes Go now and for our hands A tax haven for our friends Go sit in the corner Hide in the engine room There to keep us warmer The tickets were six pounds Photography forbidden Rugged up safe

Throw the knife into the stream Run away across the fields Leave me lying where I fell Rivers running out of me Meet my Jenny in the lane Take a car and run away Get as far as you can get Before the new day Your heart beats quick and strong Your mind