look at your hands
your beautiful useful hands
you’re not an ape
you’re not a parrot
you’re not a slow loris

When I am sad and weary
When I think all hope has gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on

My Mother and Father died some ye
I loved them very much.
When they died my love for them
Did not vanish or fade away.
It stayed just about the same,

I dreamed I was back in the playg
Yes I dreamed I was back in the p
Well the playground was three mile
It was broken black tarmac with a
Broken black dusty tarmac with a h

Truth is a diamond
A diamond is hard
You don’t exist
Without a Barclaycard
Sorry bout that

It was like keeping a puppy in you
A secret puppy you weren’t allowed
Not even your best friend or your
You wanted to pat him stroke him c
All the time but you weren’t suppo

At the top of the stairs
I ask for her hand. O.K.
She gives it to me.
How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.

I was run over by the truth one da
Ever since the accident I’ve walk
So stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Vietnam.
Heard the alarm clock screaming wi

especially when it snows
and every tree
has its dark arms and widespread h
full of that shining angelfood
especially when it snows

Lovers lie around in it
Broken glass is found in it
Grass
I like that stuff
Tuna fish get trapped in it