i am walking towards stephanie
an angel to hold me tight

i can never have enough of you
i never needed anyone
as much as i need you
do not ever leave me

i wonder about it all
like everyone before me
a childhood bought from the reject bin
all those things
can you ever make it good

i am not longer interested –
in my ideals
and now it is hard to get excited
about the way i feel

look inside my eyes
what do you see?
someone else, or is it the real me
here are the keys, set me free
from intolerance and shifting sands

someone made her tummy grow
seems like she is in the family way
she will be out soon
thinking of yesterday

do not cry, it is all over
i still love you
do not cry, not now my child
it has been a long time
since i held you tight
but it is alright, it is over

you change from a vantage point
but that is my naivety
my own, my own inbuilt instability
so junked from reality
a hanger on of our modern society

lazy days almost gone
but we have been about
since the time when we were you
can you ever work all this out?
it is a board game and i am bored