Danny

You come to us in bits, say ice’s in your blood, somehow nothing fits, try to make the claim, that your words never stood, much beyond the Pale, who cares about yellow lists, you want to do good, but chained by your kids, you wait another day, some gap in life to plug, need another holiday, simply do what they insist, it won’t drive you nuts, give your days a lift, act like someone crazy, who needs to make a fuss, love caters for every taste, in this house of whispers, do what you must, no one needs a chorus, our door is never shut.