There’s a hole where my heart’s stopped listening And it’s cold where the rain gets in. Would you sit right there singing I will dare, would you pay five pence for that? There’s a hole.

There’s a wall I’ve climbed eight times before. How tall? it’s getting taller day by day. if you’d hold my hand would know what’s up or would your heart stop listening? There’s a wall, there’s a hole.

I need a room with a view of the lakes and all my friends are there.

The drinks are flowing and you can smoke inside.

You can do what you like, you can have a glass of wine, you can make a wet on the wall, but you won’t.

This time, time’s no friend of mine cos today this wall is too tall

And there’s an odd shaped hole where the wind blows through and cuts me to the bone. There’s a hole.

Six one for Lloyd.