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Midnight on the water. |
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I saw the oceans daughter. |
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Walking on a waves chicane, |
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Staring as she called my name. |
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And I can't get it out of my head, |
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No, I can't get it out of my head. |
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Now my old world is gone for dead |
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Cos I can't get it out of my head. |
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Breakdown on the shoreline, |
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Cant move, it's an ebbtide. |
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Morning don't get here till night, |
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Searching for her silver light. |
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And I can't get it out of my head, |
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No, I can't get it out of my head. |
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Now my old world is gone for dead |
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Cos I can't get it out of my head, no no. |
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Bank job in the city. |
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Robin hood and william tell and ivanhoe and lancelot, they don't envy me. |
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Sitting till the sun goes down, |
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In dreams the world keep going round and round. |
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And I can't get it out of my head, |
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No, I can't get it out of my head. |
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Now my old world is gone for dead |
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Cos I can't get it out of my head, no no. |
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No, I can't get it out of my head, |
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No, I can't get it out of my head. |
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Now my old world is gone for dead |
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Cos I can't get it out of my head, no no no no. |
