Oh Jack, I won't go your way, Oh Jack, I won't go your way, That's just the road to ruin. The opposite of this is that Lay down your hat Go send for the cat And find a good room You're still at the party And there's no end in sight You know that the party Goes on all night, every night, every night Oh Jack, the answer Is not in the ocean Oh Jack the answer Is not at any extreme That's just the way it seems: That every square is white or black And you walk in between Oh Jack, all these old faces and.. Now Jack, bringing neophytes to the game They all know your name Bounding in or bowing out You're going against the grain You're still at the party And there's no end in sight You know that the party Goes on all night, every night, every night Oh Jack, I won't go your way, Oh Jack, I won't go your way, That's just the road to ruin. The opposite of this is that Lay down your hat Go send for the cat And find a good room

I spoke to you today You're thousands of miles away I didn't see your face or hear your voice I drank my vitamin C from a can of apple juice Ate my ready meal, crawled back to my tomb We're already living on the moon We're already living on the moon We're not ready but we're already living on the moon I woke from a dream so intense I could not make sense Of up, left, right or down I knew I wouldn't make it into town I'm out of breath, my guitar's out of tune And no amount of alcohol could unspin my room. We're already living on the moon We're already living on the moon We're not ready but we're already living on the moon We're already racing round the paper lamp shade We're already spinning like a ten pence piece We're already eating from a broken plate We're down to the last of the Cornish Cream We see our reflections in the back of the spoon And we're sick of this living on the moon I was standing in the queue, Waiting for my rescue, The atmosphere was thinly spun I was the last one that they let on Now flash into the black With someone's elbow in my back Acceleration showing on my face Not enough space; I've had enough of space Not enough space; I've had enough... My muscles feel like they're wasting away, My poor body never felt so old Everything feels silent and cold, The ringing in my ears is unwelcome company And my beat up dreams won't let me be We're already living on the moon We're already living on the moon We're not ready but we're already living on the moon We're already racing round the paper lamp shade We're already spinning like a ten pence piece We're already eating from a broken plate We're down to the last of the Cornish Cream We're all distorted from the curvature of space And it's plain for all to see That we're sick of these tranquil seas We'd rather be living in the trees We'd rather be living in the trees We're not ready! We're not ready!

Gold is not my colour That's not something new I'm not green enough for miracles But there's a better blue The night rolls on too long That's not down to you But like a clear sky in November, There's a better blue I want to love you better I want to love you better I want to love you better I want to love you better I want to change my hue Just by a shade or two I'm not saying there's a path I don't believe in fate Everybody got to learn to live with themselves Everybody learns too late There are parts of myself I'd rather keep from you I'm not green enough for miracles But there's a better blue I'll try to love you better I'll try to love you better I'll try to love you better I'll try to love you better I can try and change my hue Just by a shade or two There's a better blue.