“All the colours in the rainbow don't compare,
With one look in your impossible eyes,
And I walked into the trap with my eyes wide shut,
But I never knew what it would be like.


All the plans were made,
In the wooded glade,
Where your body was split wide open,
And I count to ten,
As the race begins,
Round your hairpin bends.


Sometimes I feel I'll float away,
Sometimes I feel I'll float away,
Sometimes I feel I'll float away,
Without you to hold me.


I can't count the times I forgot my lines,
And you pretended that you didn't know,
Let me take you through each stage of the male
mistake,
And we'll adopt our natural roles.



And I need you more,
Than you need to be needed,
So I sign my will one stab at a time,
And I count to ten,
As the race begins,
Round your hairpin bends.



Sometimes I feel I'll float away,
Sometimes I feel I'll float away,
Sometimes I feel I'll float away,
Without you to hold me.



Sometimes I feel I'll float away,
Sometimes I feel I'll float away,
Sometimes I feel I'll float away,
Without you to hold me.


Away, away, away, away ".”