Well placed Plucks On Gordons neck Make a grown up cry Spin in situ on my chair While others, pass me by Hard hit flams on rim and skin Boat is so far out Staring lost into the bliss The sea of deafened fizz This sounds all Too familiar Has a certain ring to it Holding back is not the answer Builds up, too explosive First fuse then touch paper Light, stand well back First fuse then touch paper Light and stand well back Takes me fast into the bright With everything on stop When we had nothing to do Except gaze into black and white (talked) Except gaze into black and white Except gaze into black and white Except gaze into black and white Except gaze into black and white First fuse then touch paper Light, stand well back First fuse then touch paper Light and stand well back Takes me fast into the bright With everything on stop We had nothing left to do But stare into blue First fuse then touch paper Light, stand well back First fuse then touch paper Light and stand well back Takes me fast into the bright When everything had stopped When we had nothing to do