i ve got a friend who i ve known since i was seven we used to talk on the phone if we have time if it s the right time accompany me by the kitchen sink we talk about love we talk about dishwasher tablets illness and we dream about heaven i know it i think i know it from a hymn they ve said so it doesn t need more explanation a box to open up with light and sound making you cold very cold i leave home at seven under a heavy sky i ride my bike up i ride my bike down november smoke and your toes go numb a new colour on the globe it goes from white to red a little voice in my head says oh oh oh i know it i think i know it from a hymn they ve said so it doesn t need more explanation a box to open up with light and sound and if you don t you re on your own