(brooker / reid)

Skip softly, my moonbeams, avoid being seen
Pretend that perhaps you are part of a dream
Which (seen by some other such person as me)
Would only glow smiling and nod and agree

Skip softly, my moonbeams, for I have heard tell
That the stairs up to heaven lead straight down to hell
That pride is the last thing which comes before fall
I'd as soon talk to you as make love to a wall

• 'twas Tea-time at The Circus
• Grand Finale
• In Held 'twas in I
• In The Autumn of My Madness
• Look to Your Soul
• Magdalene
• Quite Rightly So
• Rambling On
• Shine on Brightly
• Skip Softly
• Wish Me Well