Verses: Pussyfooting Setting sun Make a wish that weights a ton There are no handles for you to hold And no understanding where it goes Jealousy In Technicolor Fear by name Love by numbers Streetlight amber Wanderlust Clouded rainbow Blunderbuss She looks as if she’s blowing a kiss at me And suddenly the sky is a scissor Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love Don’t take it so personally You’re not the only one That time has got it in for honey That’s where you’re wrong Verses: All the old flames Fastened on Make a wish that weights a ton There are no handles that you can hold And no understanding where it goes Solo: She looks as if she’s blowing a kiss at me And suddenly the sky is a scissor Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love Don’t take it so personally You’re not the only one That time has got it in for honey That’s where you’re wrong That’s where you’re wrong That’s where you’re wrong Ooohh