When I have stars in my eyes and the moon is low and the ache is dry I turn the
water into wine and I drink it with you only, we do.
And now the colours and the sounds got me hanging around and the song is mine.
And then the wine to my head says, '
Here’s the idea.' You know that there’s a hope that springs eternally from you.
If only Samson would open the door and then this cold won’t blow anymore and
we’d say, '
We’re on the inside looking out, no doubt about it.
And we’ll sing all night in a pointless forest, keep an open ground,
watching satellites, yeah no more spiral stairs going nowhere.
And if this boat goes sinking you know we won’t be thinking about the one that
got away, 'cause you know you’re not alone, you shouldn’t be afraid,
'cause everybody knows the song that I made for you.