Butterflies and I hate the way my stomach drops, 
Balloons, just like balloons.

Dull distant eyes I’m glad that I’m not in there
I’ll do, I’ll do my best to make it real.

Thinking thoughts I ought not to be thinking,
Thinking thoughts I ought not to be thinking.

Breakfast in the morning and I put my kettle on and sit,
As I turn newspaper’s page.

Thinking thoughts I ought not to be thinking,
Thinking thoughts I ought not to be thinking,
Anagrams and not-so-subtle hinting,
Thinking thoughts I ought not to be.

What did I ever know?
What did I ever know?

Red floats up this morning, 
Girl in green’s long gone.

Red floats up this morning,
Dark brown hair is gone.

There’s no two ways about it,
There’s no two ways at all.

There’s no two ways, there’s always two ways,
There’s no two ways, there’s always two ways.

There’s always two ways, too much wasted,
There’s always two ways, too much wasted.

There’s always two ways.
There’s always two ways.