Just when the thought occurs

The panic will pass

And the smell of the fields

Never lasts

Put your faith

In those crimson nights

Set sail

In those turquoise days





You've got a problem

Come on over

You've got a problem

Come on over





It's not for glory

It's not for honour

Just something someone said

It's not for love

It's not for war

Just hands clasped together





It's not for living

It's for hunger

Just lips locked tight

It's not rebellion

It's not suffering

It's just the way it is





And my pistol's packed

And my God goes with me

I feel easy

And I want it

And I need it

And I've got it





It's not for this

It's not for that

It's not any of it





Did you say knowledge?

Did you say prayer?

Did you say anything?

If not for good

If not for better

If not the way it is





Just when the thought occurs

The panic will pass

And the smell of the fields

Never lasts

We'll put your faith 

In those crimson nights

Set sail

In those turquoise days





Place our faith

In those crimson nights

Set sail

In those turquoise days





You've got a problem

Come on over

You've got a problem

Come on over

Now I think I know

Just what to say

Now I think I know

Just what to say