[ Featuring Ian Kellett ]
Words fall out of your mouth on to the page
Feelings coming out; you're like a hurricane
If you tell me what to think and what to say
It won't take me long to walk and walk away
Who wants to be directed in your play?
Light falls upon your face and fills your eyes
There is only so much you can ever hide
Flowers are in bloom and circle in the sky
Close the door behind you; it's time for me to fly
There's no more joy in saying we can try
