Alka's Lyrics

Well placed Plucks

on Gordons neck

make a grown up cry

spin in situ on my chair

While others, pass me by

hard hit flams on rim and skin

boat is so far out

Staring lost into the bliss

the sea of deafened fizz

This sounds all

Too familiar

Has a certain ring to it

Holding back is not the answer

Builds up, too explosive

First fuse then touch paper

Light, stand well back

First fuse then touch paper

Light and stand well back

Takes me fast into the bright

With everything on stop

When we had nothing to do

Except gaze into black and white (talked)

Except gaze into black and white

Except gaze into black and white

Except gaze into black and white

Except gaze into black and white

First fuse then touch paper

Light, stand well back

First fuse then touch paper

Light and stand well back

Takes me fast into the bright

With everything on stop

we had nothing left to do

But stare into blue

First fuse then touch paper

Light, stand well back

First fuse then touch paper

Light and stand well back

Takes me fast into the bright

When everything had stopped

When we had nothing to do