Blancmange

Hey

You keep me running round and round
Well, that's alright with me
Up and down, I'm up the wall
I'm up the bloody tree

That's alright with me
Yeah, that's alright with me
Well, it feels alright to me
Yeah, it looks alright to me

And I'm so tall, I'm so tall
You raise me and then you let me fall
And I'm so small, I'm so small
Wrap me around your finger, see me fall

You keep me running round and round
Well, that's alright with me
Nothing, nothing, nothing's gonna
Step in my way

Living on the ceiling
No more room down there
Things fall into place
You get the joke, fall into place

And I'm so tall, I'm so tall
You raise me and then you let me fall
And I'm so small, I'm so small
Wrap me around your finger, see me fall
Here we go

You keep me running round and round
Well, that's alright with me
Up and down, I'm up the wall
I'm up the bloody tree

Hiding from your questions
Questions you won't ask
Why am I up the tree, you say
Why are you down there, I say

And I'm so tall, I'm so tall
You raise me and then you let me fall
And I'm so small, I'm so small
Wrap me around your finger, see me fall
Hey

Waves, and then goodbye
I live in a wafer thin dream
I, I can cry
You know that time, time's not kind

But I remember the way we were
Slow, slow sad love
I wonder do you miss my love
I know you can't
It's just a wave passing over me

What are these waves?
They're coming over me
It must be my destiny
Waves, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

What are these waves?
They're coming over me
It must be my destiny

Someone touched me late last night
Someone tried to tie me down
Passing by at such a height
Smashing down the laughing clown

Don't tell me I'm looking well
For the truth will never tell
Cut me down, let me sleep
Promises I'll never, never keep

Something moved me in the night
Someone tried to pin me down
Asking questions, who was right
Telling me I wear the crown

Don't ask me what's on my mind
For the truth you'll never ever find
And don't tell lies no more
There's nothing left to hide
A clown can lose his foolish pride

I tried to tell you
So many times before
Give me back my pride
I could hardly ask for more!

I tried in every way
To get this through to you
I missed by miles
My message won't go through

I tried in every way
To get this through to you
I missed by miles
My message won't go through

Don't ask me what's on my mind
For the truth you'll never ever find
And don't tell lies no more
There's nothing left to hide
A clown can lose his foolish pride

Don't tell me I'm looking well
For the truth will never tell
Cut me down, let me sleep
That's a promise I'll never, never keep

Someone touched me late last night
Someone tried to tie me down
Something moved me in the night
Someone tried to pin me down

Blind hope, blind visions
Blind centre, one centre
Blind living and seeing
Blind hell, blind hell

Blind visions and no reasons
For action, blind words
Blind visions and no reasons
For action, blind words

Blind visions and no reasons
No reasons for actions
In a dream when I'm reading pages full of words
The harder you look
It's getting hard, it's getting hard, it's not

A dream's a dream
In a dream when I'm reading pages
Pages full of words
It's, it's getting hard, it's not
It's not, it, it
It's getting hard
It's getting harder
It's getting hard

Hold me closer now, hold me closer
That's blind vision, blind vision
Push me harder now, harder, push me harder
It's blind hell, blind hell

Keep me spinning around and round
Blind centre, blind centre
Now I'm turning miles above the ground
That's blind hell, blind hell, blind hell

Blind hope, blind visions
Blind centre, one centre
Blind living and seeing
Blind hell, blind hell

Blind visions and no reasons
For actions, blind words
Blind visions and no reasons
For actions, blind words

I'll stay with you until the end
I say you'll let me be your friend
I'll say you'll let me in the end
I just want to be your friend.

How can I be sure you're breaking all the rules
How can I be sure I should be high above
I climbed a mountain reaching for the skies
And all too soon I jump the moon and find I'm losing my mind.

Don't tell me I'm the howling wind
Don't tell me you're the wounded star
And don't tell me I'm the devil's friend
Don't tell me
Don't tell me
I've gone too far.

I didn't hear you as you left my room last night
Don't turn your back on me
I didn't hear you as you left the room last night
Please return and set me free.

I climbed a mountain reaching for the skies
And all too soon I jumped the moon and find the sun burns my eyes.

Don't tell me I'm the howling wind
Don't tell me you're the wounded star
And don't tell me I'm the devil's friend
Don't tell me
Don't tell me
I've gone too far.

I can't get a grip on
I can't get a grip on
I can't get a grip on you
I can't get a grip on
No
No
Can't get a grip on.

I say you'll let me in the end
I say you'll let me be your friend.
I maybe asked this once before
Don't you love me any more?

I must have left my house at eight because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned

I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch

And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time, I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away

At five, I must have left; there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly, I must have read the evening paper then

Oh, yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frame
The day before you came

I must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see

I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read awhile
The latest one by Barbara Cartland or something in that style

It's funny, but I have no sense of living without aim
The day before you came

And turning out the lights
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof, I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came