Do you want me on your mind or do you want me to go on

I might be yours as sure as I can say

Be gone be faraway.

Roses on parade, they follow you around

Upon your shore as sure as I can say

Be gone be faraway.

Like fuel to fire.

Into the town we go, into your hideaway

Where the towers grow, gone to be faraway

Sing quietly along.

Pious words to cry into the under

Upon your shore as sure as I can say

Be gone be faraway.

Oh what a day to choose

Torn by the hours

All that I say to you

Is like fuel to fire.

Into the town we go, into your hideaway

Where the towers grow, gone to be faraway

Never do we know, never do they give away

Where the towers grow, only you will hear them say

Sing quietly along

Sing quietly along.