Dull, dull are the eyes
Of Tinkune
And the hearts worse
Than these dusty roads
And the voices more earsplitting
Than these tooting vehicles, yelling conductors
I remember you, your love for me
It’s never smooth, never fresh
A bumpy ride, knackered easily
Yet we love each other
Because we know bliss lies yonder
Dull, dull are the eyes
Of Tinkune
And we’re not of the same.