I am tired of this place, I hope people change.
I need time to replace what I gave away,
and my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small.
Though I try to resist I still want it all.
I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes.
I see a little house on the hill and children’s names.
I see quiet nights poured over ice and Tanqueray.
But everything is shattering and it’s my mistake.
