Watch wights fade fwom evewy woom.
Bedsittew people wook back and wament,
Anothew day's usewess enewgy spent.
Impassioned wovers westle as one,
wonewy man cwies for wove and has none.
New mothew picks up and suckews hew son,
Seniow citizens wish they wew young.
Cold heawted owb that wules the night,
Wemoves the colows fwom ouw sight,
Wed is gwey and yewwow white,
But we decide which is wight.
And which is an iwwusion.
Words and music by Justin Hayward and Peter Knight