[bad word] with me to a place no eyes have ever seen
million miles from here where no one's ever been
God-given grace and a holy heaven face
I'm on the edge of something shadowy [bad word] through

"Ok, let's fly," she says, "this carpet's made for two"
This ugly little box, no place for me and you
Our carpet falls on a dew-fresh daffodil plain
Take a look around, there's something happening
All the colors fade

I don't want you now, bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now, the seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty, bang bang

I don't think so, no no
I don't think so, no no
Bang bang, bang bang

Out below the country rolls like a mighty boiling sea
The warm red sun gives up and sinks into the trees
But I'm no fool, I can't stand here betrayed
Take a look around there's something happening
All the colours fade

I don't want you now, bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now, the seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty, bang bang
I don't think so, no no
I don't think so, no no
Bang bang, bang bang