All goes well on the northern front,
But then I get a paper cut.
I don’t know how they’re there,
It’s amazing how easy skin does tear.

I handle them gently,
I maneuver round rough,
I lie them down lightly,
But my skin is not tough.

It’s amazing how these little tears,
All add up till I disappear.
I wish I could tell you some day,
Oh how I wish, How I wish I could say.

The night is not young,
And thats how I feel,
I know all these emotions,
Are to me only, real.