Young hearts in the right place. But your barking on the wrong tree. It’s the other way ‘round. It looks like a sound to me

Aah ha. You’re labour in a hobo living. Wiba sandals on the beach. I get carried away. I get carried far away

I may be late, but I will find a way, to give my love to you somehow. I must be out of my mind, even if your saying goodbye now

I’m done with taking photographs, make it look like someone else’s mess. Now I’m covered in shame, I’ve taken the blame. I confess

It’s only now, that I am ready to say, ‘Baby I’m a fool. Baby, and you’re the best.’ I get carried away. I get carried far away

I may be late, but I will find a way, to give my love to you somehow. I must be out of my mind, to think of saying goodbye now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye…

Ah aha

So why don’t we take a photograph, make it look like someone else’s mess. I’m covered in shame