(brooker / reid)
Though i know the night has fallen and the sun's sailed out to sea
I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary
And with one foot on the seashore and the other in the sand
I will stand here plaiting daisies whilst you play the piano-grand
Caprice, your bugle blew away the cobwebs from my ears
And for once i stood quite naked. unashamed, i wept the tears
Which i tried to hide inside myself from me, i mean from you
But the shame i found too painful and the pain it only grew
Magdalene, my regal zonophone