I Started Something I Couldn't Finish
The lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles
I doused our friendly venture
With a hard faced
Three word gesture
I started something
I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly
Never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure
I grabbed you by the guilded beams
That's what tradition means
And I doused another venture
With a gesture that was absolutely vile
I started something
I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly
Never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure
I grabbed you by the guilded beams
That's what tradition means
And now eighteen months' hard labour seems fair enough
I started something
And I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly
Never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure
