One, two, three, four

In a little country [that sold it's soul]
You know there's no beauty
In being so cold and down
With a little contact and let go
You know there's no beauty
In being told no, no

R: I can't afford
   To break my heart
   To being down on you
   I can't afford
   To act so smart
   While looking round for you
   I can't afford
   To take a warning voice
   And keeping that voice well locked
   And hoping the world won't [shock] to me
   Rock me 'til I can not see ya
   Oh, rock me 'til I stop

With a little time to get wise
You know there's no beauty

When there's no surprising you
With a little [leather]
Just to turn you on
You know there's no beauty
When you're hiding from nothing

R:

Is your wonderful showery days
Sunny days roll into one
Is you wonderful, wonderful showery days
Sunny days, roll into one

Making my words as one
Making my words as one to another

In the little [colour] of this little town
You know there's no beauty
In stealing the soul from us
With a little worry that you bearing down
You know there's no beauty
In staying around for us

R: