Mystery Jets....So here we are in the dark, Does the day feel like a world apart....

I start to come undone, When i'm living on the other side of the sun, But sometimes i feel that it's all too much to take, I look in the mirror but dont recognise my face, So show me the light And tell me that things will turn out right, It cuts like a knife, When you say things wont turn out right, Temptation my old friend, You've come back to lead me off again, If you see me acting strange, You can call but you know i'm out of range, But sometimes i feel that it's all too much too take, But all that just changes when i look look upon your face, So show me the light And tell me that things will turn out right, Remember the night And how we would hold eachother tight....

Grandaddy....Don’t change your name keep it the same for fear I may lose you again....

I know you wont its just that I am unorganised And I want to find you when something good happens if you come down we'll go to town, I haven't been there for years, but I’d be fine wasting our time, not doing anything here, just doing nothing, We’ll sit for days talk about things important to us like whatever, well defuse bombs walk marathons and take on whatever together....