St. Helena

So, there are things I know
Cos I get blind
But it’s not for show
It’s another kind
Of heel and toe,
Behind the curtain
O out mine eyes,
Vile jelly-o

I had you pegged as a kind of friend
Who would see the matter through,
When I looked up you’d shot through,
I had to wonder was it you that I was talking to?
With a sea between us, it couldn’t have been us

Take this wine away
All my imps are come to play

Sometimes I get so low
Low and lonely,
There’s no-one I know,
Not here for me,
Just flowers and stone,
Out on my throne
I sit repealing my cameos

I had you pegged as a kind of friend
Who would see the matter through,
When I looked up you’d shot through,
I had to wonder was it you and me who schemed
To have a submarine to come and free me

Take this wine away
All my imps are come to play

O out mine eyes,
Vile jelly-o

I had you pegged as a kind of friend
Who would see the matter through,
When I looked up you’d shot through,
I had to wonder was it you that I was talking to,
Or refuse, obscene chimeras of my dream

Take this wine away
All my imps are come to play