Well placed Plucks
on Gordons neck
make a grown up cry
spin in situ on my chair
While others, pass me by
hard hit flams on rim and skin
boat is so far out
Staring lost into the bliss
the sea of deafened fizz
This sounds all
Too familiar
Has a certain ring to it
Holding back is not the answer
Builds up, too explosive
First fuse then touch paper
Light, stand well back
First fuse then touch paper
Light and stand well back
Takes me fast into the bright
With everything on stop
When we had nothing to do
Except gaze into black and white (talked)
Except gaze into black and white
Except gaze into black and white
Except gaze into black and white
Except gaze into black and white
First fuse then touch paper
Light, stand well back
First fuse then touch paper
Light and stand well back
Takes me fast into the bright
With everything on stop
we had nothing left to do
But stare into blue
First fuse then touch paper
Light, stand well back
First fuse then touch paper
Light and stand well back
Takes me fast into the bright
When everything had stopped
When we had nothing to do