Are you looking over your shoulder?
Treading carefully your steps more and more?
You showed me what this world can do
The sheer look of something so cruel

I'd rather be dead, than be with you

Is your conscience rising religiously?
Inexplicable reasons your eyes flooding morally?
You lit the sky fire from blue
Remember it could be you some night under this cruel moon

I'd rather be dead, than be with you

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but sometime soon
Perhaps when you're watching TV
Going for a walk in the park, drinking tea
Day dreaming, reading magazines
Counting your spoons, talking on the phone
Putting your make up on or looking for something new
Swapping the all important red shoes for blue
Or any other distraction you normally do
My voice will catch up bringing you a little news
'Cause somewhere in summertime I huffed and I puffed and I blew

I'd rather be dead, than be with you