As the conversation runs onto the rocks;
In full expectation nothing comes as a shock.
It's all plain sailing in the dry dock;
It's all downhill from here, in the rubble, taking stock...
With no sense of feeling nothing comes as a shock.
You remind me of the girlfriend I never had:
Never fitted the equation, I was never quite one of the lads.
Still I remember that my feelings were always touch and go
Once I thought I knew all that, now I just don't know.
The wrap's about to happen, the scene is already blocked,
Black-out's already plotted and the cameras are locked:
When everything's over nothing comes as a shock.
I remember that my feelings were always touch and go
Once I thought I knew it all, now I just don't know.