all these days we're just moving throughnpack our seasons carefullynall the little things in boxesntake them down to the fairngravity's ribbons in the airnnand i see you've been hard on yourselfnwhen the sun shines everywherenand the town folk they're talking all the timenbut you just sit there with your alien mindnand it's half past the hournnyour truth is just someone elses guessnwhen there's flowers everywherenyour boys so old for his agenwith a world to rearrangennwhen you just don't get time in your shellnon the line with mr greynall this time i've been being someone elsenand you come up singing saying 'here i am'nand it's half past the hour