The afternoon has gently passed me by. The evening spreads itself against the sky; we meet in an abandoned studio. We hear the playback and it seems so long ago. You were first one. You were the last one. When they come to take you down; when they bring that wagon round. When they come to call on you and drag your poor body down, there’s just one thing I’ll ask of you. There’s just one thing for me: please forget you knew my name . Please don’t tell ‘em that you know me.