i found this on the Hingsby's Makeshift Blues site:

As soon as it dawned upon him
To himself, he spat out the words of sin
Then highly embarrassed, he put them back in

So he puts his hands over his mouth
And carefully stiched them together
One by one, two times over

Then he made a silent promise to the world
"I'll be taking this to my grave"
"Don't regret it, it's you i'll save"

Then he closed his eyes and swallowed hard
And his Valentino's trademark started to contort
With the captain screaming, "Abort! Abort!"

Over his hands he drew a wide Cheshire grin
On top of his head: a great artificial sun
And paraded around saying, "The deed is done!"

Right at the start when he last looked at their eyes
Never had a sword been so deadly focused
And never had a cup been so radiant

One last time he stares at those scintillating eyes
And once again his Valentino's trademark
Began to awake, maybe began to start

Because he wanted much more from the little he was granted
And it woes him more that he's further than before
Leaving his Valentino's trademark less rusty, more sore

What a fool he was to burn again and turn against his oath
He should've been reactive and stayed behind the wall
But he built a bridge and into the eyes he began to fall

Cut down, cut down, so severely, so predictably
He made the greatest diplomat proud
He hid it well, used a powerful shroud

It was christened as the greatest great tragedy
And it strenghthens as it is weakened
The desire more and greatly brightened

But it just can't be
Just too impossible
And it will remain as the one that'll never be

Goodbye goodbye
This tale bids a goodbye
Always too far to go more than a "Hi"