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 she´s blowing a kiss at me
And suddenly the sky is a-sizzle
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 understanding where it goes

She looks as if she´s blowing a kiss at me
And suddenly the sky is a-sizzle
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
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh