The kid in red just keeps turning round and round At first never failing to amuse, we grow tired and dismount Houses made of cards leave no debris when burning to the ground But a lot of people exclude residues, too residual to count And there's no more preparation for this kind of thing And too much marriage will kind of give you away You can take a scurvy ride away from the mountains to the sea And coming back to the same dilemma, you can't stop there Think about me When you wake in the morning for a second, you'll wonder if I'm there Is you here final warning my new resort that you don't care? And there's no more preparation for this kind of thing And too much marriage will kind of give you away You can take a scurvy ride away from the mountains to the sea And coming back to the same dilemma, you can't stop there Think about me Think about me Think about me Don't think I don't believe you, for I know that feeling all too well But sometimes in our best desires come secrets we may never tell And there's no more preparation for this kind of thing And too much marriage will kind of give you away You can take a scurvy ride away from the mountains to the sea And coming back to the same dilemma, you can't stop there Think about me Go ahead and try *