My life was coloured, painting pictures out of tune
He came from nowhere in a song
It might’ve been the way I laughed, he made the jokes
Could only show me what was wrong
He took me flyin’ on his crimson ship
He never left me his number
He took me flyin’ on his crimson ship
Then he was gone, and I wondered
Who put the noughts on all the crosses on the hill?
Why did the old man wash his hands?
Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill
And blew the trumpet in the band?
He took me flyin’ on his crimson ship
He never left me his number
He took me flyin’ on his crimson ship
Then he was gone, and I wondered
Oh-oh, oh-oh
When they were busy blowing kisses at the moon
Her father lost his mother’s son
And though they knew the resurrection would be soon
The time was spent, they carried on, on
He took me flyin’ on his crimson ship
He never left me his number
He took me flyin’ on his crimson ship
Then he was gone, and I wondered
Wondered, wondered
Wondered, wondered
Wondered, wondered
Wondered, wondered
Wondered, wondered
Wondered, wondered
Wondered, wondered
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