I entered a field on my right through a bachelor gate

I walked by a fraudulent grave to a Glaslyn in spate

Ford on hold

Thoughts turn cold

Stranded there

I dreamed a dream

Where I hold the key to the key museum, where

Opportunity knocks but I fail to progress

‘Cos I'm wasted with passions

I don't have the courage to express



The wise counsel of runes I've explored

Always they lead to my very own Saxon hoard

Deep down it lies

Never to rise

In truth I only long to know

In theory could it have been so

Spirit all spent

I've got a night's sleep to address

‘Cos I'm wasted with passions

I don't have the courage to express



Galvanized briefly

I rang up and spoke to a nurse

Overnight, seemingly

Things took a turn for the worse

There goes my spark

Here comes the dark

Close family only, they will say

And what with the MRSA

Restrictions on visiting

Suit me I have to confess

Being wasted with passions

I don't have the courage to express