Hurry,
I can't wait much longer,
The pendulum swings quicker,
Preying overhead,
Speak those words I adore,
Look into my dying eyes and analyse,
Evaluate these somber thoughts,
Cut the rope and decide,
Stop the spiral and clarify my reaction.
Geo, me and you have to get the Derry bandwagon going again, Ben, Eamon and possibly Conor until after Lent have all left, just me and you now brother.