Try and think of something colourful for this season,
Pull the wool over the gullible for no reason,
You are all I have these days, shake it up and run away
With the night squabbling behind you.
From the smoke in your hair to the blood in the bruise,
And the bows on the shoes you kicked off,
I’m joining the dots,
I’m joining the dots.
Thought I heard them talking in their sleep yesterday,
And I tried but I just can’t believe a word they say.
Hurry up! They’ll be here soon, sleeping in the afternoon
While the rain’s trying to prove a point outside.
From the smoke in your hair to the blood in the bruise,
And the bows on the shoes you kicked off,
I’m joining the dots,
I’m joining the dots.
Those people make me calm.
Can’t the flame
Come up to the moth for a change?
And, darling, if it’s all the same to you,
I’ll have you to myself.
I’m joining the dots,
I’m joining the dots.