A pussyfooting setting sun Make a wish that weighs a ton There are no handles for you to hold And no understanding where it goes Jealously in Technicolor Fear by name, love by numbers Street lamp amber, wanderlust Hide her in a blunderbus She looks as if she's blowing at kiss at me And suddenly the sky is a scissor Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love Don't take it so personally You're not the only one That time has got it in for honey That's where you're wrong All the old flames fastened on Make a wish that weighs a ton There are no handles that you can hold And no understanding where it goes She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me And suddenly the sky is a scissor Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love Don't take it so personally You're not the only one, That time has got it in for honey That's where you're wrong That's where you're wrong That's where you're wrong