Inundaze. You know. There's no. Way to say. It best. We play it by ear. Amazed, amazed, amazed. No way to tell. The neighbour next door. What’s going on. We don’t want to jinx it. Or ruin it for the kid. Who just moved in two weeks ago. So we paint it. Grey and greyer and blacker. Forever and forever. Here come the boys. And they come running. Pretending to be caught in the act. Of doing something stupid. And when they see me standing there. They fall on their knees. They cry out : Who are these people. And I answer : I’m not here. Just some old guy with a tin ear.