I often said my my problems with too much to say

Good things flow

The way to cover topics Scots (?) forgot about

Life beams low

On short wave

On short wave

The only real memory I'll ever have



In unrealistic boyhoods we made no mistakes

In what we chose

The mosses green on slippery black rocks we would break

Far too close

To short wave

To short wave



I have survived the acid test to reach you

I'm never sightless to the outstretch of your arms

Wearing it's disguise in exiting the idols blight controlling

All encompassing cajoling

Wear our wings of no bird (?)

You have your rainbow waiting

On short wave

On short wave

The only real memory I'll ever have