Strange days ahead   Superstition dying in my head      I've been planning my escape   Long term complication   Won't you take the time and listen to the story?    You could feel the mellow way we feel the you   Won't you ride the stormy weather?    To a time when just was going just to care      Strange days ahead   Superstition dying in my head      Sail on sailor, go between her   Wanna pay enough to heave her   Feeling, running, soul unclustered   Full of lively, sit on mine      Way away to a greater unknown   But you never cross this way again   No, no      Get it up, for another ten quid I can fuck you up   It's so beautiful      No, no, no, no