Those blasted clocks have [bad word] down 
Oh, does time stand still without you around 
The birds don't sing their little song 
The prophecies have all proved wrong 

The [bad word] have gone thread-bare 
The waxy moon has lost its flair 
The wishes drown beneath the well
The razor blades have all gone dull 

But this is confidential you're the one to blame 
And now the forecast calls perpetually for rain 
And although it's rather late, I lie awake in vain 
'Cause I'm still waiting for what's wonderful 
Just the other side of pain

Meticulous [bad word] amok
The rabbit’s fourth day’s out of luck
The tightrope walker needs a lift
The contortionists have all gone stiff

But this is confidential you're the one to blame 
And now the forecast calls perpetually for rain 
And although it's rather late, I lie awake in vain 
'Cause I'm still waiting for what's wonderful 
Just the other side of pain

Quicksilver slows down into gold
Count St Germain is getting old
Elysian Fields are dead and brown 
Your picture’s hanging upside down

But this is confidential you're the one to blame 
And now the forecast calls incessantly for rain 
And although it's rather late, I lie awake in vain 
'Cause I'm still waiting for what's wonderful 
Just the other side of pain