The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us
Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, tom up
And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made.
all together now

all together now

I’m giving you a nightcall, to tell you how I feel.
I wish I lived in the Golden Age.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
Oh Neville. 

Oh Neville.