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