coming to termswith decadesa different worlda different carda concrete junglewith an emotional facadecoming to terms with relationshipsmaybe we were undercoveri’ll live for this duvetand I’ll live for my present lovercoming to termswith sun filled memorieswhen eyesight seems strainedall it is reallyis days of acid rainsitting here and waxing lyricaltrying to assess a mass of thingsthat feel slightly satirical James Garratt – Sunday January 6th 2002
