Fire under footfall.
Fire over skies.

Fire on a matchstick.
Fire in my eyes.

Fire holding hunger.
Fire seeking wood.

Fire hiding danger.
Fire feeling good.

When Harry went away
he stole a part of Mum.
No-one warned us. 
No-one said.
We looked and looked for ages – 

Ah sey, ah want it short,
Short back an' side,
Ah tell him man, ah tell him
When ah teck him aside,
Ah sey, ah want a haircut
Ah can wear with pride,

I like to stay up
and listen
when big people talking
jumbie stories

I does feel
so tingly and excited
inside me

I wanna be a star.
I wanna go far.
I wanna drive around 
in a big red car.
I said yeah yeah yeah
I wanna be a star.

Once everything was big
and you were small,
but year after year your shadow 
crept up the wall 
and you grew tall.

Let me do it, let me do it
Let me blow up the balloon
Let me do it, let me do it
Let me go to the moon

I told a whopper, a fib, a lie.
Slipped out of my mouth. It was slimy, sly.

Save me, it hissed. A secret must hide.
So I opened my bag and it slithered inside.

A little bit of rice,
a little bit of pea,
on my plate
for my tea.

A little bit of jam,
a little bit of toast,
in the mornings
when I love it most.

One moment they were there and we were having fun
Now they've disappeared, every single one.
I don't know where to go and I'm feeling rather scared