We just returned from bathing in the blue air
Your skin turned gold, it was wholesome days
You wrote me songs, and I used to ask you to play me one
And the way that she looks at her guitar
Doing her thing like she's never done any other way
While I'm the kind that wastes his mind
Pretending it's the first or the last time that I'll ever
Ever fall head over heels
Are you ever wrong?
In your stubborn brain
Where's the golden mean under your reign?
And the way that she looks at my green car
Doing her thing, Misses 'Never Thrown For A Loop'
While I'm the kind that loves to be surprised
And put you on a pedestal, reinventing the scene
The Queen and Mr Bean
