| Give |
|---|
| Shove all our stuff into the suitcase |
| Bundle these boxes carefully at pace |
| 'Cause this morning our mission to outer space |
| Will leave about a quarter to nine |
| Fill all our shelves with dreams and romance |
| Pour only love on blooming pot plants |
| 'Cause this morning our mission to outer space |
| Is going absolutely bloody fine |
| Give love |
| I do. |
| (x2) |
| 'Cause in the morning I miss you |
| But it’s ok, 'cause now I know you’re absolutely mine |
