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They sat in tractors at night
Waiting for a whistle all night
Then came around
Took his door like a paper crane

Although he was sometimes very squinty
Although he was sometimes very squinty
His eyes dragged the light
His eyes dragged the light

He used the night like
An anaesthetic
He started sleeping at night
While they were waiting
They started hoping
They were falling for his joking all right

Although he was sometimes very squinty
Although he was sometimes very squinty
His eyes dragged the light
His eyes dragged the light

Note: This one was first written by me, then edited by my very good friend Richard Hope. Richard died very young (20th May 1998 - he was only 27), not long after we left University: he just collapsed while out running. I spent a lot of time with him at University, and even played in a band with him ("Quinn and Jane" aka "Giant Child"). This poem formed the lyrics for one of our tracks. I still think about and miss him a lot.