The crows circled that day in Windermere
We chugged across the grey
My ice-cream was too sweet
Too gooey but I didn't say
You made me feel dirty
As we drove back down the M6
But you cried, I was your last fix
My old robber who robbed a 
Thousand banks for me
To tell me all the stories
So I want to go to bed
Just so I can pretend I am there
Stuck in Lolita world with
crazy putter and sponge
Quagmire swamp man
Sinking in the sand
Just to hold my hand