She floats like a swan
Grace on the water
Lips like sugar
Lips
Good God, you said
Is that the only thing you
All at sea again
And now my hurricanes have brought
If I said I'd lost my way
Would you sympathise, could
Stab a sorry heart
With your favourite finger
Paint the whole world
I’m on the chopping block
Chopping off my stopping thought
Self doubt
Cut it up, cut it up
Who's on the seventh floor
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up
