went to war every morning I lost my way but now I'm following What you said in my arms What I read in the charms That I love durably Now it's dead and gone and I am free I went to sleep for the daytime I shut my eyes to the sunshine Turned my head away from the noise Bruise and drip decay of childish toys That I loved arguably All our labouring gone to seed Went out to play for the evening We wanted to hold onto the feeling On the stretch in the sun And our breathlessness as we run To the ...