Re-make of a song I wrote for my Mum in the late 90's, as a nod to Jim Reeves.

Originally written on guitar in 1998.

We were killing time We had a killing time Always a killing time

The tragedy of love turning to hate

Words, music and instruments by David Bevan, with a little assistance here and there from Tiggy Acworth!

At last... I've managed to finish something. This was written months ago. I was about to try recording it with one or two others when this year's decorating started. With various buggered fingers, back muscles, etc, etc, I wasn't actually able…

Dark dreams and long stretches of road separated us from our loved ones. We broke hearts and had our hearts handed to us in fragments. Win or lose it, in the soul, love is long.

And we considered how the grass might be greener somewhere else or with someone else. Should we turn our backs on those who have helped us get this far?

We walled ourselves in apartments and rooms away from each other. Random thoughts and mundane life was grinding us to a halt inside. Some days, we were tyrants, and some days we were saints.

Elation came as love moved within us and all around us. The cities we lived in hummed along with us.