作词 : Patrick J Pearson/Simon Armitage/Richard Walters
 作曲 : Patrick J Pearson/Simon Armitage/Richard Walters
You were happiest in the dark room
conjuring shadows and shades
running film through your dry fingers
keeping ghosts in their graves
And you could handle a steering wheel
rounding the corners and bends
watching the movie of life play out
through the windscreen's lens
But you were never good with horses
were you, my dear
Always took a step backwards
when they came near
Couldn't bear to look
in the dark rock-pools of their eyes
Couldn't hold your hand flat
and offer your sugar cube lies

Thanks for the dried buttercups
pressed between faded pages
Thanks for the tropical butterflies
pinned in their glass cases
For the snow-white rabbit's foot
screwed to a key fob
All of my thanks
And the skulls studded with precious stones
And sharks in their glass tanks
But you were never good with horses
were you, my dear
Always took a step backwards
when they came near
Couldn't bear to look
in the dark rock-pools of their eyes
Couldn't hold your hand flat
and offer your sugar cube lies

You said a man with his own telescope
isn't especially strange
And to be a collector of doll's houses
is fine for a guy of your age
I said look at their pretty ankles
and smooth coats
look at the grey and the black
But you wanted the painted, wooden kind
You could rock this way and that
And you were never good with horses
were you, my dear
Always took a step backwards
when they came near
Couldn't bear to look
in the dark rock-pools of their eyes
Couldn't hold your hand flat
and offer your sugar cube lies