With St George's pigeons as my witness, on this bench I consume my last picnic. I've not got so far in this race, well give me a bottle of fire for my last embrace.
It's been with me through the thick and through the thin. Oh why should it not be to what I cling?
When you can't store and recall the best of your kisses...Love gives out in the last issues.
What does one expect to find behind the final curtain but an old broom and pair of gloves? A private show, no admission. Including the ones, you've loved.
Even if they were with you through the thick and through the thin. There's room for just one in this great transition.
Despite all your efforts, they're superficial: Love gives out in the last issues. Love gives out in the last issues. Love gives out in the last issues.
With St George's pigeons as my witness, on this bench I consume my last picnic. I've not got so far in this race, well give me a bottle of fire for my last embrace.
Written by Marmaduke Dando Hutchings
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