A pussyfooting setting sun
Make a wish that weighs a tonne
There are no handles for you to hold
And no understanding where it goesJealously in technicolor
Fear by name, love by numbers
Streetlamp amber, wanderlust
Hide her in a blunderbussShe looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me
And suddenly the sky is a scissor
Sitting on the floor with a tambourine
Crushing up a bundle of loveDon't take it so personally
You're not the only one
That time has got it in for honey
That's where you're wrongAll the old flames fastened on
Make a wish that weighs a tonne
There are no handles that you can hold
And no understanding where it goesShe looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me
And suddenly the sky is a scissor
Sitting on the floor with a tambourine
Crushing up a bundle of loveBut don't take it so personally
You're not the only one
That time has got it in for honey
That's where you're wrong, that's where you're wrong
That's where you're wrong, oh, oh