Sprung

Am I in the ninety-nine percent
Chasing dreams up a steep hill
We'll go out and the debts can sleep
I really don't care in your company

And when it rains we can go running
Kick up the dirt down to the sea
Each day a page on which to paint
And you're no angel and I'm no saint
You're no angel and I'm no saint
You're no angel and I'm no saint
Throw my arms in the air as I race downhill
If the stones don't get me the river will

If I get sprung like the scarab spring
Take it all back into my hands I'll
Stop with the why and the wondering
Take it all back into my hands and
Life can be a little bit sweeter then
And the sparks can fly around us
Begin again

Never met anyone quite like you
Sometimes seemed you were bullet proof
Smashing your way through the glass ceiling
With me nestled tight under your wing
Has your body caught up now with your mind
Or maybe it's the other way round
The love was pure and I feel it still
But the fairground ride had lost its thrill
The fairground ride had lost its thrill
The fairground ride had lost its thrill
So it goes, it goes
So it goes, it goes

If I get sprung like the scarab spring
Take it all back into my hands I'll
Stop with the why and the wondering
Take it all back into my hands and
Life can be a little bit sweeter then
And the sparks can fly around us
We'll break it all down and start again
Bring it all right back to me

I wanna show you the way it's gonna be
I see white horses in waves
In front of me
I wanna show you the way it's gonna be
I see white horses in waves
In front of me