Cast off, bombs away I'm hopelessly underpaid You're going travelling I'm not moving away Will you wait for me?
'Cause I can't sleep 'Cause I've been thinking of all the things that you'll be doing without me A postcard from time to time Is no consolation prize Nor is it any peace of mind for me
I can't help but not trust you
This isn't fun I can't begin thinking of things You're going to end up leaving me This isnt fun, this isnt fun
This was never going to be easy
Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink I think with all these holes we bear it's likely we will sink Sink, sink, sink
This isn't fun I can't begin thinking of things You're going to end up leaving me This isnt fun, this isnt fun
Cast off, bombs away I'm hopelessly underpaid You went travelling Well that's ok Where does that leave me?