(brooker / reid)      It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll always raise a smile   And if at times my nonsense rhymes then I'll stand trial   My friends are all around me but they only breathe through fear   Were I to cry, I'm sure that still they'd never see a tear         In darkness through my being here, away from you   The bright light of your star confronts me shining through   Dull and sullen, much subdued, my skull a stony glaze   Whirlpools rage on constantly, I'm not so well these days   There must be something somewhere near who sees what's being done   The harbour lights are burning bright, my wax is almost run         In darkness through my being here, away from you   The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through   Come lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring   Like maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we fold   And folding still we'll spare a thought for what's been lost and what's been caught   And maybe then begin again for love is life, not poison         In darkness through my being here, away from you   The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through