Broken watches, feeling fractiousnI know you don't love it sonFalling over, off the tyrenI know it seems too farnnThis garden is growing overnThis hard ice I'm roaming onnWatch outnFat chance that you'll ever get another chance to be a cover upnMy head and wipe a flannelnnFalling over aeroplanes andnWanting to be derelictnWork togethernLove each othernnThis garden is growing overnAnd nothing can ever be said for you, and that's justnHere's your answer: Why bother?nI've never been nothing othernThan the boy with the words that lose control