Roman Stones
Wake up on a brand new day,
Take a brand new way,
Have a brand new say,
But will you see my way this time?
This time,Come with me to the Roman stones,
So cold and old,
Walk with our soles on the Roman stones,
Crumble in my grasp,
Where are they now, you ask?
Food stuff for the ferns,
Fossilised stools of the worms,So don’t look down just kiss me now,
Before it gets too late,
It’s our duty to procreate,
Before we run out of time,
Love is what we’ll leave behind,Lost in the cutting almost up to your waist,
Almost vanished for good but I can still trace,
I can hear them still I can smell it in the air,
Call from beyond the grave,
And what do you think they say?
Do not waste your hours in the day,Before good sense stops you in your tracks,
If you stop yourself, you’ll only look back and wonder,
And pretty soon we’ll be six-feet under,
Stuck to students trowels, shut in museums bowels,So don’t look down just take my hand,
Before you can change your mind,
Before we run out of time,
Before our inhibitions bite,
Before the dying of the light.
Williams, 2002. Another song intended for the next album, which we have occasionally played live.