the film unreels before me,nnthe celluloid of all these yearsnnand I still can’t see younnbut I hear you telling mennwe'll play it by earnnand this is so far out of tunennthat i'm not good enough to fake itnnso i close my eyesnnand say goodnight to the moonnnfeel sorry for the winter trees,nnso cold and naked.nnnnbut I, I crinkled my smilennand hid my eyes from the sunnnand I was impatient when you askednnif you were the only onennwe're such good actorsnn- do we feel, or just think we should?nnand I swear that I'd come clean if I,nnif I thought I could.nnnnand you gave it all,nnbut it all slipped through the cracksnnand i threw a kiss over my shoulder,nnbut i forgot to look backnnand i want to be witty and clever,nnor at the very least - kind.nnbut i've forgotten all the words that used to bennso easy to find.nnnnchorusnnnnand i'm aware that you'd be good for mennif only i would let you bennbut mutiny comes in every shape and sizennand by now my jumping ship should comennas no great surprise