Blindfolded, this is no parlour game
Unfold me so I am free again
A random phrase is as good as any
You said you want to leave
But I saw you standing there
I look for a reprieve
But then you just swished your hair

You live in a modern building
I like to visit
Men wrestle on the pavement outside
I find it unusual
A random phrase is as good as any
You said you’d get your coat
But I saw you standing there
Your hands were in your pockets
How can you call this fair?

How can you call this fair?

Why do I long for a life that I already have?
When I’m out I must be out of my bloody mind
Why do I long for a life that I already have?

It was a touching rendition
I heard you singing in the kitchen
But have you heard my Superstition?
I don’t know your motives yet
And though we’ve just met
Now I’m as far away as I can get
I struggle to define it
I don’t know your motives yet

Why do I long for a life that I already have?
When I’m out I must be out of my bloody mind
Why do I long for a life that I already have?
When I’m out I must be out of my bloody mind