Texty: Cocteau Twins. Four-Calendar Café. Squeez-wax.

There is a wait and that's what hurt
Makes it happen, fill the gap
It spreads her hair all about
My steps
If I do it slow
No, no threats
No, no fights
No fantasies
Lucy
I hurry back to make him feel Lucy, Lucy, Lucy
I have to make him feel better Lucy, Lucy, Lucy
And oh, I know, no I can't
Freshness
You amaze me

No, no threats
No, no fights
No fantasies
Lucy
(x2)

How he'll never come to freshness
You amaze me
How he'll never come to freshness
You amaze me (x3)
How he'll never come to freshness
You amaze me
Looking at love as faces I could give this
You amaze me
No threats, no fights, no fantasies
You amaze me (x3)
No, no threats No threats, no fights
No, no fights No threats, no fights
No fantasies No fights, no fantasies
Lucy
No, no, no threats
No, no threats No fights, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy
No, no fights
No fantasies No threats, no fights (x2)
Lucy No fights, no fantasies
(x2) Lucy, Lucy, Lucy