Now in summer I could be happy or in distress
Depending on the company
On the veranda, talk of the future or reminisce
Behind the dialog

We're in a mess
Whatever I intended
I sent you flowers
You wanted to take chocolates instead

The flowers of romance
The flowers of romance

I've got binoculars
On top of Box Hill
I could be Nero
Fly the eagle, start all over again

I can't depend on these so-called friends
It's a pity you need to defend
I'll take the furniture
Start all over again