The Wild

Burn my money,
give me truth,
I am loved,
In my youth.

Blood and fire,
in the wild,
across a country,
I'm a child.

My accomplice,
in deceit,
river raw,
is bittersweet.

Blood and fire,
in the wild,
across a country,
I'm a child.

Another chance,
freedom beauty,
why act now,
wild horses free...

...

Andrew John Wheatley is departing from proportion or moderation, especially:
a. Possessed by enthusiasm or excitement:
b. Immoderately fond; infatuated:
c. Intensely involved or preoccupied:
d. Foolish or impractical; senseless:

Words

Wat ching,
Wai ting,
at home,
a lone,
sees me,
I'm free,
His t'ry,
I'm sha king,

In time, It will be my secret,
In mind, take it to the grave,
I'll find, keep it 'till I see fit,
S' got an ob ses sive com pul sive dis or der...

The tennis final...

Andrew John Wheatley is playing the worst tennis of his life, there's obviously something wrong with him. He's taken off his shoes and one of his socks, and - actually, I think he's crying.

Ha!