How I wish
I could be
At the sea
Now

Well we've things to do
But we've tales to tell
To break that spell
Now

There are colours that I've never seen here
Places where we've never been, dear
Turning around
Hearing a sound
It's the sound of the note we never play

Blue the sky, blue the sky
And black the swan, black the [bad word] undone
Yes

Angel face, angel face
Suitcase man, suitcase man
I like your plan
God bless

It is piercing like a siren's call, yeah
Lucid writing on the wall, there, there
Puzzling how...
Listening now
For the sound of the note we never play

So you're floating where you used to fall [bad word]  running ten foot tall
Gong, next round
New kid in town
And the sound of the note we never play
I've heard it today