I ran away in floods of shame I'll never tell how close I came As I crossed the Holland Road Where you went left and I went right As the moon hung proud and bright You would have loved it here tonight Spin me round, just to pin me down On the cover of this strange bed Spin me round, just to pin me down Wrap up your questions, keep them down Let the water lead us home And I was sorry for what I'd done And you were young I was not old But our story was not told But torn apart by greedy hands