Pull down the blinds and stare at my blank screen Some voice is asking how my weekend's been! Planes go across the sky of Petersham One day I will see all the hope that's stored in them The pale underside catches the light Like as see-saw I need more weight to carry me up Maybe oneday she will just say that she's happy enough, happy enough Leaves haven't fallen yet but winter's been too long Grief hits me like a succession of time bombs I've run out of reasons to explain it away Like a see-saw I need more weight to carry me up Maybe one day she will just say I'm happy enough If I was older then I would hold her Tight and say: don't you ever leave me And then maybe one day she will just say That she's happy enough, happy enough