The 'twist in' between,
The fantastic dream,
And the fear,
You wonder where she is,
This afternoon.

And does it get on your nerves,
Make you slightly perturbed,
That there's things that you don't know about her?
And even the places that she's never been with yer, seem awful empty without her.

You can't look into those eyes,
Down no telephone line,
What if you were right first time?
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The 'twist in' between,
The fantastic dream,
And the fear,
You wonder where she is,
This afternoon.

'And with the beacon in room
It's ever to prove[?]'

You can't look into those eyes,
Down no telephone line,
What if you were right first time?