The Last Stanza
Duet at Tinkune
Dull, dull are the eyes
Of Tinkune
And the hearts worst
Than these dusty roads
And the voices earsplitting
Than these tooting vehicles, yelling conductors
I remember you, your love for me
It's never smooth, never fresh
A bumpy ride, knackered easily
Yet we love each other
Because we know bliss lies yonder
Dull, dull are the eyes
Of Tinkune
And we're not of the same.






