Pussy footing. Setting sun. Make a wish that weighs a tonne. There are no handles. For you to hold. And no understanding where it goes. Jealously in technicolour. Fear by name love by numbers. Streetlamp amber. Wonderlust. Hide her in a. Blunderbuss. She 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 love. 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. All the old flames fastened on. Make a wish that weighs a tonne. There are no handles you can hold. And no understandinging where it goes. She 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 love. 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. Ohhh ohhh