Pull down the blinds and stare at my blank screen
Some voice is asking how my weekend's been!
Planes go across the sky of Petersham
One day I will see all the hope that's stored in them

The pale underside catches the light

Like a see-saw I need more weight to carry me up
Maybe one day she will just say that she's happy enough, happy enough

Leaves haven't fallen yet but winter's been too long
Grief hits me like a succession of time bombs

I've run out of reasons to explain it away

Like a see-saw I need more weight to carry me up
Maybe one day she will just say "I'm happy enough"
If I was older then I would hold her
Tight and say: "don't you ever leave me"
And then maybe one day she will just say that she's happy enough, happy enough