All the clouds are black
Mother is cried out
Someone else broke my fall
I don't remember
Internationally bastardised
Internationally tongue-tied
The [bad word] is I'm not sorry
It's bigger than the both of us
pillar of salt, a box of want
You were pulled out of the embers
It was never my intention
All the clouds are black
Mother is cried out

Summertime [bad word] and gone
All used up with wishful thinking
Get sussed out, get cynical
In this world there are no second chances
Crawling round on all fours
Curl yourself into a circle
I will tear myself apart
If you promise to paint me
As a work of art

You don't need to preach to me
I'm a believer baby
You don't need to preach to me
I'm a believer
If you want lies I can tell them
If you want lies I got 'em
All the pennies in the Thames
Will not make it how it was