Thought i was light years ahead of them
But i was blind they were only miles
Light years ahead of them, he must be right

I was only pretending to be just another wannabe
A love supreme in flip flops
There might be peacocks in disguise
You’d better practice your passing shots
Beware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs

You were born in Christchurch baby
Listen to the bells
They’re ringing again in your ears
They resound in the evening
They resound when you’re young
They’re sound in the morning
They resound when you’re getting old/get things done

Tell me what's beyond the curtain
Made of water, made of air
And the kite is so red
But it does not fly
Rolling by
On the beach
With the three of us
Tell me what's beyond the curtain
Made of water, made of ice
And the kite is so red
But it does not fly
Passing by
On the beach
With the three of us
Running with the wind
The hands on the clock
Are frozen
Though the sun keeps shining

Like a sunny winter saturday
Like a sunny winter saturday
Like a sunny winter Saturday
We were glowing on this sunny Saturday