If you say run, I’ll run with you
and all the flashing lights will stop,
the shrieking of nothing, but blue,
blue, electric blue,
the colour of the planet, glowing,
where we will live,
for ever and ever.
Blues, we dance
under the moonlight, glowing,
no hands, no hair,
no starlight flying,
but we can swim,
and we can dance,
and you know I love you very much.
I’ll take off those red shoes and dance
under the moonlight
because there’s nothing left to say,
I absolutely love you—
the rest can go to hell.