Pussyfooting. Setting sun. Make a wish that weighs a ton. There are no handles for you to hold. No understanding where it goes. Jealousy. In technicolor. Fear by name. Love by numbers. Streetlight amber. Wanderlust. Clouded rainbow. 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 ton. There are no handles you can hold. No understanding 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 (2x)