Testo Verdict

I did my best to ignore the things that should need no practice

And the things you can't cultivate

And now it's too late


Tell me please that I've come for no reason

When I feared you had to talk to someone

But we're getting on ok, improving even



Prepared to face that gentle kind of verdict

Polite and cruel

Is there anything that I can do?

Was there anything that I could do?


Unkind, but justified

Pluck the rosebud and it dies



Have you ever had to get down, never to rise again?



Brace myself is what I had to do

But again I would not allow myself to

And now it's too late

Cutting you dead

And ignoring all the words you said



Prepared to face the truly obvious verdict

We're not too blind to expect The Good Thing

You might just face what you denied for ages

But I might leave and I'll recall everything