Down amongst the bricks at the bottom of the garden, pieces lying, pieces flying
Scattered and all broken words that we have spoken all alone, yeah all alone

Oh, oh, we just want to play
Oh, oh, Martha's gone away

Can't be asked to find her, Michael plays a blinder, swings like a gibbon every weekend
Heard you right the first time, feelings yours are not mine all alone, yeah all alone

Oh, oh, we just want to play
Oh, oh, Martha's gone away

Look at Farah Rana, heavens we adore her, she grew weary at a very tender age
Look at her and wonder, solitude becomes her all alone, yeah all alone

Oh, oh, we just want to play
Oh, oh, Martha's gone away

Oh, oh, we just want to play
Oh, oh, Martha's gone away