Tiny Children (The Teardrop Explodes)

Half the time as I sit in disarray I am thinking of a dream I never had Then I awake, and for a while I call your name in Colin’s house But tiny children have a way of falling down Oh, I could make a meal Of that wonderful despair I feel But waking up I turn and face the wall The car arrives and takes me back again Drifting through imaginary planes And fighting men aboard a raft A sailing ship has run aground And confidence is valued in these days But each character Is plundering my home And taking everything that is my own Oh no, I’m not sure about Those things that I care about Oh no, I’m not sure, not any more...