What a secret garden you are

What a little martyr you are

It must have been, it must have been so hard

Growing up with a club for a heart

When we were lost out in the snow

I should have gone and left you cold

When you cry

You conjure crocodiles

There's something rather vile

In that barracuda smile

No one can spoil and ruin quite the way you do

Nobody else, nobody else

Only you

I always lose when we play house

It always ends up inside out

Sometimes I'm back in the playground

Sometimes I'm sinking in a quicksand

When we were lost out in the rain

I should have walked a different way

And may all you desire

Be consumed by fire

And may you ever be called

Liar

Now I can't quite believe

That this sickness goes so deep

Infection started in my dreams

Now it's walking in the streets

Not only do you green

Viper all away my life

You return to the scene

For another twist of the knife

When we were lost in Birkenhead

I should have left you for dead

Your hopes and dreams

Are ghosts, it seems

So don't believe

And don't believe

No one can spoil and ruin quite the way you do

Nobody else, nobody else

Only you

No one can spoil and ruin quite the way you do

Nobody else, nobody else

Only you