It's a fact of mathematics   Your love is a magnet   That turns on an axis   With the moon and your moods   And it seems to fall short of   The time we've afforded   It comes and it goes   But it's always too soon   Yeah, it comes and it goes   But it's always too soon      Oooh..   Oooh, Oooh...   Oooh   Oooh   Ahhh, la la la la la   Ahhh, la la la la la la   Ahhh, la la la    Ahh..      I've painted myself   Back into this corner   When I began this room   I only had room for two   Now I've traded my brush   For a shovel and a bottle   And the hole that I'm digging   Is a snug little tomb   Yes they hole that I'm digging   Is a snug little tomb      Oooh..   Oooh, ooh   Oooh..   Ooh..   Ahhh, la la la   Ahhh, la la la la   Ahhh, la la la   Ahhh...      It's a fact of mathematics   Your love is a magnet   That turns on an axis   With the moon and your moods   And it seems to fall short of   The time we've afforded   It comes and it goes   But it's always too soon   Yeah, it comes and it goes   But it's always too soon