Just when the thought occurs
The panic will pass
And the smell of the fields
Never lasts
Put your faith
In those crimson nights
Set sail
In those turquoise days

Youve got a problem
Come on over
Youve got a problem
Come on over

Its not for glory
Its not for honour
Just something someone said
Its not for love
Its not for war
Just hands clasped together

Its not for living
Its for hunger
Just lips locked tight
Its not rebellion
Its not suffering
Its just the way it is

And my pistols packed
And my God goes with me
I feel easy
And I want it
And I need it
And Ive got it

Its not for this
Its not for that
Its not any of it

Did you say knowledge?
Did you say prayer?
Did you say anything?
If not for good
If not for better
If not the way it is

Just when the thought occurs
The panic will pass
And the smell of the fields
Never lasts
Well put your faith
In those crimson nights
Set sail
In those turquoise days

Place our faith
In those crimson nights
Set sail
In those turquoise days

Youve got a problem
Come on over
Youve got a problem
Come on over
Now I think I know
Just what to say
Now I think I know
Just what to say