Bite your lip, hold your tonguenDon't interrupt: I have begunnTo sort this out, we'll have a plannTomorrow morning.nnDon't sit down, leave your coat onnWe're going straight out, leave the door opennIf there is doubt, we will knownTomorrow morning.nnAs he faded into old agenConan Doyle believed in faeriesnI fell in love on April fool's daynI dug a hole so deep it scared mennSo build a bridge, come to bedndon't make mileage from the stupid things we saidnYou wouldn't want to hear me begnTomorrow morning.nnLike an abandoned zoo in wartimenI am no high prioritynIf you have to shoot the animals around younYou might as well start with me...nnIs this real - or fiction?nIs this my affliction?nnBite your lip, hold your tonguenDon't interrupt, I have begunnWe'll sort this out, we'll make a plannTomorrow morning.