
Date of issue: 17.09.2015
Song language: English
Mont Blanc |
I know I planted those seeds down too deep |
They’ll die and never see the sun |
My fault for that one |
I was a city boy before |
No excuses anymore |
I’ll try to learn and to keep us fed |
Shed a tear for the books I should have read |
And I’d seen all the warning signs |
On the TV, in the Times |
But I had you to hold at night |
And so it took me by surprise |
We had so many things back then |
I had a silver Mont Blanc pen |
I’d write for hours about nothing |
That makes any difference now |
And I used to worry what clothes I had on |
The school recitals and the manicured lawns |
And I had a laundry-list of people |
I could count on if it all went wrong |
And then the bomb |
Now I take precautions for my peace of mind |
I don’t know what difference it might make |
To hang on any longer |
But I cut the tree across the drive |
Spend the daylight hours inside |
Trying to make the place look empty |
So as no-one comes around |
I thought I saw them again last night |
Those same distant headlights |
Sweeping back and forth across |
The empty shells of the summer homes |
And if the bastards ever come |
Promise me you’ll take the kids and run |
I may be weak and I may be frail |
But I can throw them off your trail |
And I used to worry what clothes I had on |
The school recitals and the manicured lawns |
And I had a laundry-list of people |
I could count on if it all went wrong… |
And then the bomb |
Shed a tear for the books I should have read |