How fast These ceiling fans they twirl My mind’s a whirl just looking
Is it Sunday now or Tuesday? It’s never been this blur My memory
But you, you go so fast too In and out of my ward Zipping past The cold side rails of my sickly sterilised bed On the way to Never Never (Never?) Land
But wait! Please Take me too I don’t want to lie here alone All day and night With these restrainers, these resuscitators
Come back son come back Your old man doesn’t want to be alone here Yet oh how fast these fans They twirl
Like my memories Every single one a precious pearl But oh how fast they vanish Vanish in a whirl Leaving me in a swirl Til my head spins And I’m alone again
And you’re gone
My world Disappearing While the fan above Keeps twirling