Looking back on a winter’s day
Life’s movie seems so short
Grey flannelled memories dance and sway
Snapshots of the past cannot be bought
The rain runs rivers down the window
Life’s movie seems so short
Dark forest horrors still move too slow
Like a running deer pursued for sport
Ladies came and lovers went
Life’s movie seems so short
The cancer cure was crooked and bent
And love’s sad death the cruellest sport
The children of men have now all gone
Life’s movie seems so short
Lost in a haze of another false song
With ageless hope the last resort
The world is old, the world is grey
Life’s movie seems so short
Lessons of life can’t be learned in a day
So I sit and let the image distort
No Time to Think 