So here we are Under London's glass and granite arms As they reach for the half moon
Me a blur of boldness and booze And the rusty Earth polka-dot breeze of you Stands stuck to the street in cool shoes
What could possibly go wrong? What could possibly go right?
We could list all the good things And list all the bad things But if we're all just vibration What difference does it make?
My heart could be a stone It's a sponge It's a balloon It's a lonely rock with a fiery tail Falling in your atmosphere Burning up and breaking down
So let our atoms melt together Let our nuclei converge I want you now And your conscience can be clear
My yesterday is dead The present's an illusion And tomorrow is just a nightmare away
This is our story Our movie This is our rom-com and it ends like this Without looking up the girl cautiously takes the boys hand She steels herself then meets his gaze The boy smiles, the girl surrenders They kiss
We pull away to reveal more lovers In a long winter coat A woman straddles A man on A wooden bench Behind a coin operated lavatory Two boys passionately embrace
Vague silhouettes sigh Behind the steamed windows of a parked car Two figures fumble in a phone box There's a couple in every doorway And around every corner Snow begins to fall
We drift up into the sky And look down on the boy and the girl As they become tiny specks on a London street
We pull away further and further Until London's gone England's gone Europe's gone
Now we're in space Watching the earth As the sun rises behind it Satellites orbit by A billion stars surround us We float over the moon Then we cut to black And the credits roll
I want you now and now is all we can know I want you now and now is all we can know I want you now and now is all we can know I want you now and now is all we can know
Imagine we wake up tomorrow And nothing's happened Think of what we'll never know One night of love and a month full of doubt Take my hand; take my tongue Let's run
Tonight can be a detour, a respite I'm your bus-man's holiday Your much deserved night off
I'm your sensual sojourner My heart could be a stone My heart could be a sponge This is the end: 10 years in the making A decade of design This kiss is hello This kiss is goodbye