| There’s more to life than love, with its pull, drawing |
| The path is simple, clear and not worth following |
| Here, waiting for love to arrive, in its tall, dark, handsome frame |
| Still here, will it ever find me? |
| Waiting for my prop to spin, spin, spin, spin |
| Oh hapless sea, too deep for dredging |
| Too young to die |
| Oh hapless sea, too wide for dredging |
| Pinball from shore to shore |
| Weight me with no expectations |
| Load me with no demands |
| Beach me with no limitations |
| Hold out your hand |
| Hold out your hand |
| And I’ll wrap my web around you |
| And never let go |
| I’ll wrap myself around you |
| Hold out your hand |
| Hold out your hand |
| Hold out your hand |
| hold out your hand |
| Hold out your hand- and make me spin, spin, spin, spin |
| Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin |