Tablets of blue give me, give me tablets of red,
All in a queue ready for me next to my bed.
Dawn of the day and I can’t leave them waiting,
They’re the tick of my clock they’re the knock on my door,
I hate them, I love them, I can’t live without them,
Day after day after day, ever more.
Strength in their numbers, they rally around me,
I don’t know where they come from, or what they might do,
Better or worse, in sickness and health,
They stand to attention in an everlasting queue.
Publishing: J. Lowe, Lowe Life Music
