If the good lord had intended us to walk he wouldn't have invented rollerskates

Cast off, bombs away
I'm hopelessly underpaid
You're going travelling
I'm not moving away
Will you wait for me?

'Cause I can't sleep
'Cause I've been thinking of all the things that you'll be doing without me
A postcard from time to time
Is no consolation prize
Nor is it any peace of mind for me

I can't help but not trust you

This isn't fun
I can't begin thinking of things
You're going to end up leaving me
This isnt fun, this isnt fun

This was never going to be easy

Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink
I think with all these holes we bear it's likely we will sink
Sink, sink, sink

This isn't fun
I can't begin thinking of things
You're going to end up leaving me
This isnt fun, this isnt fun

Cast off, bombs away
I'm hopelessly underpaid
You went travelling
Well that's ok
Where does that leave me?

Now I can't sleep