Just when the thought occurs   The panic will pass   And the smell of the fields   Never lasts   Put your faith   In those crimson nights   Set sail   In those turquoise days      You’ve got a problem   Come on over   You’ve got a problem   Come on over      It’s not for glory   It’s not for honour   Just something someone said   It’s not for love   It’s not for war   Just hands clasped together      It’s not for living   It’s for hunger   Just lips locked tight   It’s not rebellion   It’s not suffering   It’s just the way it is      And my pistol’s packed   And my God goes with me   I feel easy   And I want it   And I need it   And I’ve got it      It’s not for this   It’s not for that   It’s not any of it      Did you say knowledge?    Did you say prayer?    Did you say anything?    If not for good   If not for better   If not the way it is      Just when the thought occurs   The panic will pass   And the smell of the fields   Never lasts   We’ll put your faith   In those crimson nights   Set sail   In those turquoise days      Place our faith   In those crimson nights   Set sail   In those turquoise days      You’ve got a problem   Come on over   You’ve got a problem   Come on over   Now I think I know   Just what to say   Now I think I know   Just what to say