I've got this idea for a song. If you're interested, here are the words so far..;

Sitting in a garden where begonias reek of arson
Where the benches talk in passing of the trees who were their fathers
Their leaves don't fall much faster than their cousins in the pastures and
It doesn't seem to matter to the beach and oak that plaster this old town
or the ones who let them down

Compass pointing southwards with my rose born of a coward
Pass the plants though long deflowered, would your father ask my dowry
We've seen the night and breathed the dawn with blackened face and damaged lung
The city key was stolen on the day we pledged to run

but where can we go
hope is distant and our energies are low
sailing on i'll be a mason, build a house out of these stones
where the cardboard fools are distant we shall shelter from the cold