Travelling through a year you got wrapped in mystery Looking for the world like Count Deed and his crib You know what I mean by New Year ending You know what I mean by most things A cold heart is seen holding out It depends who a fold on new next statement Register the King's Head, a bad year And don't quote Shakespeare at me What I remember? Whisky in the park and missing work Sans stripped iffy ran on Waterloo bridge Suspicion in a picture - St.Germain Spinning a blue top makes the memory change Your saddest kind of optimism held at the position of drug What are you saying? More to the point, what do you mean? Cold hands are seen holding out At next to the folder the year chains Don't be so keen they're the good story Don't quote unquote at me Well all that's over And all's to the best In this book's world Written in the cover Nothing could be understood Came down the turnpike Was refused a toll Can you remember being mistaken for lovers? We all had a desire for leaning on a powers book Some of us more than others Then cold hearted steam wholly added Hands look folded on next year chains I wouldn't be so keen to start a romance Well... don't quote me {Old VO recordings scratch} To me its its a thing its Its a thing to do To make some Ridiculous Distraction You ask my reaction It may sound ridiculous If you're talking about that... that Ah the trees are twitching again Everything leans to all over the ground From the high wind to the low To the mist that collects in the hollows obscures everything The pure air is cold