Tekster: Cocteau Twins. Iceblink Luck.

I'm seemin' to be glad a lot
I'm happy again, come, come in time
This mustn't hurt or harm yourself
Well, me, I give in to your arms

You're the march of Jericho
That will burn this old madhouse down
And I'll throw open like a walnut (blown up?) safe
More like a love that's a bottle of exquisite stuff, yes

You, yourself, and your father
Don't know so, but in your own ways
You've really both bone setters
Thank you for mending me babies

You're the match of Jerico
That will burn this old madhouse down
And I'll throw open like a walnut safe
You will seem that being throughout
That same bottle of exquisite stuff
Yes, you are the march of Jericho
That will burn this old madhouse down
And I'll throw open like the walnut safe

You, yourself, and your father
Don't know so, but in your own ways
You're really both bone setters
Thank you for mending me babies