Through a long and sleepless night

I thought upon the jury's plight

If what is wrong can feel so right

Then life's no longer black and white

It's four o'clock and all's not well

In my private circle of hell

I contemplate my navel hair

And slowly slide into despair

This rut has fast become a trench

This smell has turned into the stench

Of rotten dreams and stale ideals

The past is snapping at my heels

Oh Danny Boy the pipes are blocked

With bedtime blues and future shock

I know the best is yet to come

But does it always take this long?



I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes

But I'll always be the bridegroom and never the bride