I imagine ballroom dancing 

'neath your tight synthetic shirt 

There will be chairs there will be tables, 

there'll be spoons, 

but there'll be no/but baby one else 



I imagine ballroom dancing 

beneath your tight electric shirt 

Now tell me don't that sound romantic 

better than love in the attic years ago   



Don't tell me I'm crazy 

I dreamt the sun was radiating blue 

But doctors have cleared me 

It's just a case of too much missing you   



I'd die for a maybe, 

but pardon me I'm not a desperate man 

Just paranoid lately, 

you'll never know, they drop the bomb, 

it's the end