Wrote down what I was told when you were running out.
You said we’re strong enough, we’re bulletproof
But love’s not a thing you control. It’s not sustainable
We’re all available to anyone
Why did you have to go on such a beautiful morning.
Your fairytale promises mean nothing now
Why did you have to go on such a beautiful morning
Your foreign policy will drag us down
Well I love free market, but I hate labour mobility
Cos all my abilities are not enough
To sell anything that sells where you were running to
Well you’re not bulletproof. And I’m like you
So why did you have to go on such a beautiful morning
Your fairytale promises mean nothing now
Why did you have to go on such a beautiful morning
Your foreign policy will drag us down
