Tick -tock, I waiting you over,
standing on crop, waiting for shawlers
Not look now, not feeling groovy,
not even going to the movies
You'll be up, up on my shoulder
You'll be stopped, waving you over
And you, you will never do
Hey I've waited ten weeks
It's not making any more sense
by the clicking of your cards
Baby, I'm not worried yet
Sitting there watching over the sofa
You'll be going, going nowhere
Not the same, it's nothing, it's alright
You'll be here, here with me
I'll be looking, looking at you, but you
