- Crash -

Two weeks, two days, two hours, too long that you've been gone
And now I'm not afraid and I'm not always wrong
The walls are clean, the food is hot
There are no complaints
Your breathing's fine, the panic's gone, there are no chest pains

Crash bang wallop through the walls of the house at the latest hour is all that they can hear
Crash bang wallop down the stairs of the house at the latest hour is all that they can hear

Two hours, two minutes, seconds passing by
This peace of mind I know will not last all night
And as I pick the toys up off the floor
The smell returns you come right through the door



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