text: A pussyfooting setting sun
  Make a wish that weighs a tonne
  There are no handles for you to hold
  And no understanding where it goes
  Jealousy in technicolor
  Fear by name, love by numbers
  Street lamp amber, wanderlust
  Powder in a blunderbuss
  She looks as if shes 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
  Dont take it so personally
  Youre not the only one
  That time has got it in for, honey
  Thats where youre wrong
  All the old flames fastened on
  Make a wish that weighs a tonne
  There are no handles you can hold
  And no understanding where it goes
  She looks as if shes 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
  Dont take it so personally
  Youre not the only one
  That time has got it in for, honey
  Thats where youre wrong
  Thats where youre wrong
  Thats where youre wrong
  Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
  Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh