Lyrics

I entered a field on my right through a bachelor gate I walked by a fraudulent grave to a Glaslyn in spate Ford on hold Thoughts turn cold Stranded there I dreamed a dream Where I hold the key to the key museum, where Opportunity knocks but I fail to progress 'Cos I'm wasted with passions I don't have the courage to express The wise counsel of runes I've explored Always they lead to my very own Saxon hoard Deep down it lies Never to rise In truth I only long to know In theory could it have been so Spirit all spent I've got a night's sleep to address 'Cos I'm wasted with passions I don't have the courage to express Galvanized briefly I rang up and spoke to a nurse Overnight, seemingly Things took a turn for the worse There goes my spark Here comes the dark Close family only, they will say And what with the MRSA Restrictions on visiting Suit me I have to confess Being wasted with passions I don't have the courage to express