Oh it's strange the way that it works out
Running out of matches and the fire keeps going out
Through three hundred and sixty degrees
Falling over you and over me
And I know, yes I know
Sometimes the fever comes and goes
Nice job Jerome
Nice job Jerome
Nice job Jerome
Now you're crying like a baby cos your buggy's all broken
Things that were said
Things that were spoken of
Now it's in the air and in the trees
Falling over you and over me
And I know, oh yes I know
Sometimes the fever comes and goes
Yes I know, oh yes I know
Sometimes the feelings come and go
Nice job Jerome
Nice job Jerome
Nice job Jerome
Hope beyond hope
Hope beyond hope
Hope beyond hope
Hope beyond hope
For a little hope
