You and I go sailing by, and no one will know where to find us Unseen, unknown, and blissfully alone We're leaving the riffraff behind us All afternoon in our sweet cocoon Our cares for the moments at bay Side-by-side, who knows how far we'll glide Bid the world goodbye eagerly we'll fly away I am standing here with poison in my pocket Standing on this frozen little dock- It seems that I've just let them skate my opportunity away If I had the poise to put the poison in a pot of tea or else a shot of gin I would be back amid the noise of london by the end of day But, I am standing here with poison in my pocket One eye on the target, one eye on the clock It better happen soon before I lose my nerve and run If I had a knife I could have grabbed him And discreetly knocked him on the head and stabbed him Not to mention what I would have done if I had had a gun Then again, The thought occurs if I had truly taken stock It might have stopped me from putting poison in my pocket What a fool to travel all this way and not think twice Murder's not a hobby for the cautious Thoughts of violence can make the timid nauseous Gasp Unless of course the victim plunges head-on through the ice It appears that I've been handed quite an opportune solution And all that still remains is proper execution I had better join them on the lake before it gets too late Suddenly there is no stumbling block It means that I won't need the poison in my pocket What a stroke of luck, Sibella teased me till I learned to skate
You and I go sailing by, and no one will know where to find us
Unseen, unknown, and blissfully alone
We're leaving the riffraff behind us
All afternoon in our sweet cocoon
Our cares for the moments at bay
Side-by-side, who knows how far we'll glide
Bid the world goodbye eagerly we'll fly away
I am standing here with poison in my pocket
Standing on this frozen little dock-
It seems that I've just let them skate my opportunity away
If I had the poise to put the poison in a pot of tea or else a shot of gin
I would be back amid the noise of london by the end of day
But,
I am standing here with poison in my pocket
One eye on the target, one eye on the clock
It better happen soon before I lose my nerve and run
If I had a knife I could have grabbed him
And discreetly knocked him on the head and stabbed him
Not to mention what I would have done if I had had a gun
Then again,
The thought occurs if I had truly taken stock
It might have stopped me from putting poison in my pocket
What a fool to travel all this way and not think twice
Murder's not a hobby for the cautious
Thoughts of violence can make the timid nauseous
Gasp
Unless of course the victim plunges head-on through the ice
It appears that I've been handed quite an opportune solution
And all that still remains is proper execution
I had better join them on the lake before it gets too late
Suddenly there is no stumbling block
It means that I won't need the poison in my pocket
What a stroke of luck, Sibella teased me till I learned to skate
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