I think that I should really go, I'm starting to feel quite strange you know.
I've got tunnel vision, lost all precision, my concentration stops in mid.... flow.
Mountain climbing, skating in mud. Can-can dancers and fireworks.
Roller-coasting, horsing and carting. Tear-stained faces from hysterical laughing.
Well hi, hello, how do you do? At least one of my eyes should be looking at you.
We met last November? I can't quite remember. It's all quite a blur, and it's spoiling my view of
Social Vertigo.
Here we go now.
Bonjour Monsieur Grand, now there you are, I meant to talk earlier but I went to the bar.
Now my head is reeling, I've lost all feeling, remind me again of just who you are... Just who you are.
Travelling circuses, b***ies of eggness. Falling in love on a junk boat in Paris.
Chilling beers in an outdoor bath. Wearing clothes backwards and Halloween masks.
I'm sure that you are really nice but I'm having trouble with my vice.
Your lips are moving; it's quite confusing. I can see your face at least twice with my.
Social Vertigo.
Here we go now.
Now there's the door and there's the floor, seems to be defying all natural law.
When all's said and done it's still all quite fun but I don't think I can take anymore.
Leapfrogging statues in the park. Table football in the dark.
Mushroom pakoras and midnight feasts. Woken by the riot police.
Table footsie Pooh-stick racing. I'm a-monkey music making.
Rowing around the lake 'til dawn. Playing in front of the Tupperware stall.
Hopping and hoping and whirling and spinning. Heather Ale and Highland Flinging.
Jumping and jigging and turning and reeling. Having that Social Vertigo feeling.
I've got tunnel vision, lost all precision, my concentration stops in mid.... flow.
Mountain climbing, skating in mud. Can-can dancers and fireworks.
Roller-coasting, horsing and carting. Tear-stained faces from hysterical laughing.
Well hi, hello, how do you do? At least one of my eyes should be looking at you.
We met last November? I can't quite remember. It's all quite a blur, and it's spoiling my view of
Social Vertigo.
Here we go now.
Bonjour Monsieur Grand, now there you are, I meant to talk earlier but I went to the bar.
Now my head is reeling, I've lost all feeling, remind me again of just who you are... Just who you are.
Travelling circuses, b***ies of eggness. Falling in love on a junk boat in Paris.
Chilling beers in an outdoor bath. Wearing clothes backwards and Halloween masks.
I'm sure that you are really nice but I'm having trouble with my vice.
Your lips are moving; it's quite confusing. I can see your face at least twice with my.
Social Vertigo.
Here we go now.
Now there's the door and there's the floor, seems to be defying all natural law.
When all's said and done it's still all quite fun but I don't think I can take anymore.
Leapfrogging statues in the park. Table football in the dark.
Mushroom pakoras and midnight feasts. Woken by the riot police.
Table footsie Pooh-stick racing. I'm a-monkey music making.
Rowing around the lake 'til dawn. Playing in front of the Tupperware stall.
Hopping and hoping and whirling and spinning. Heather Ale and Highland Flinging.
Jumping and jigging and turning and reeling. Having that Social Vertigo feeling.