Tiny Children - The Teardrop Explodes

Half the time

As I sit in disarray

I am thinking of a dream I never had

Then I awake and for a while

I call your name in Colin’s house

But tiny children have a way of falling down

Oh I could make a meal

Of that wonderful dispair I feel

But waking up I turn and face the wall

The car arrives

And takes me back again

Drifting through imaginary blaze

And fighting men, a border raft

A sailing ship has run aground

And confidence is valued in these days

But each character

Is plundering my home

And taking everything that is my own

Oh no, I’m not sure about

Those things that I cared about

Oh no, I’m not sure

Not anymore

Oh no, I’m not sure about

Those things that I cared about

Oh no, I’m not sure

Not anymore