The great design

Sam was in her room
Marking out her moves
And throwing caution to the wind
Her husband was a sailor
He sailed too far to save her
To escape this great design

Daddy was collecting
Keepsakes and reflections
In a cellar full of wreckage
And leaving it to you
Mummy was a memory
Remembering a friend of me
Who escaped this great design

True love was my joker
I took her hand to poker
She just smiled, I'd woken her
Nothing further from my mind
She stepped out all too soon
She was reaching for the moon
She escaped this great design

Escape this great design
Escape this great design
Escape this great design
Escape this great design