Sitting in bed again
Tea's gone, head hurts
Too much beer again
Or was it the vodka we had?
Martyn Joseph at the Colston Hall
One man, one stage
The audience in his hands
A shared pleasure, a shared experience
"There's still a lot of love round here"
I need to ask you a question
But I've found out I don't know how
The words are like weapons
They land so hard, even though
It's not their intention. It's just so.
So please would you make me an omelette
With love and with free will?
And I will savour ever morsel
And eat until I've had my fill
I will take one more step in the right direction
And together we will make it home.
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