Well I can listen to your whisper in the morning in a fight

And squeeze your Bahamas for a sentimental delight

Well does it really seem to matter in the words that I can shape

And say the way you understand

Like water running down into your private lake



Stay up all night

Multicoloured and bright

She's coming down to me

Keep me running wild

Forgotten stories to write

Back into history



Well am I really only talking to listen to myself

And touch the electricity

Of words combining thought about the way you felt

And then we're swinging in a circle moment circus of a day

Run into each other smashing secrets all about out little crossing way



Stay up all night

Multicoloured and bright

She's coming down to me

Keep me running wild

Forgotten stories to write

Back into history