I imagine ballroom dancing

'neath your tight synthetic shirt

There will be chairs there will be tables

There'll be spoons

But there'll be no/but baby one else

I imagine ballroom dancing

Beneath your tight electric shirt

Now tell me don't that sound romantic

Better than love in the attic years ago

Don't tell me I'm crazy

I dreamt the sun was radiating blue

But doctors have cleared me

It's just a case of too much missing you

I'd die for a maybe

But pardon me I'm not a desperate man

Just paranoid lately

You'll never know, they drop the bomb

It's the end