�Half the timeAs I sit in disarrayI am thinking of a dream I never hadThen I awake and for a whileI call your name in Colin's houseThe tiny children have a way of falling downThough I could make a mealOf that wonderful despair I feelBut waking up I turn and face the wallThe car arrivesAnd takes me back againDrifting through imaginary planesAnd fighting men aboard a raftThe sailing ship has run agroundAnd confidence is valued in these daysBut each characterIs plundering my homeAnd taking everything that is my ownOh noI'm not sure about those thingsThat I cared aboutOh noI'm not sure not anymoreOh noI'm not sure about those thingsThat I cared aboutOh noI'm not sure not anymoreOh noThere now I knowEveryval truthThere in my heartThere i'll sayI've reached1,2,3J któraOne more timeCome roundAnd come to meCome roundCome roundDo you want passionate friend?Yeah, passionate friend, great.