Oh it's strange the way that it works out Running out of matches and the fire keeps going out Through three hundred and sixty degrees Falling over you and over me And I know, yes I know Sometimes the fever comes and goes Nice job Jerome Nice job Jerome Nice job Jerome Now you're crying like a baby cos your buggy's all broken Things that were said Things that were spoken of Now it's in the air and in the trees Falling over you and over me And I know, oh yes I know Sometimes the fever comes and goes Yes I know, oh yes I know Sometimes the feelings come and go Nice job Jerome Nice job Jerome Nice job Jerome Hope beyond hope Hope beyond hope Hope beyond hope Hope beyond hope For a little hope