I Started Something I Couldn’t Finish

The lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one
Nothing around for miles
I doused our friendly venture
With a hard-faced three-word gesture

I started something i forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the guilded beams
Oh, that's what tradition means

And I doused another venture
With a gesture that was absolutely vile

I started something i forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the guilded beams
Oh, that's what tradition means

And now eighteen months' hard labour seems
Fair enough

I started something
And I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the guilded beams
Oh, that's what tradition means

I started something i started something
I started something
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

Okay Stephen do that again