| Different direction, |
| On a runaway high, |
| a little known fortune, |
| Oh, it’s hardly a sign, |
| I spinner square in a diamond, |
| Something’s still unrequited, |
| I might understand if you go and come back, |
| But I don’t got the will to fight it, |
| Have you returned? |
| Or have you been returned to me? |
| Have you got the ecstasy? |
| I want your animosity, |
| Haven’t you learnt? |
| I’m not the guy I used to be, |
| I’m not your spring time fantasy, |
| Racing the deadlines, |
| on a secondhand right, |
| I work long hours, |
| Oh and biding advice, |
| The slippery seconds to numbers, |
| Gauging the distance in thunder, |
| Whispering names in the dark, |
| Playing games till it’s tainted, |
| Oh complaining again, |
| Have you returned? |
| Or have you been returned to me? |
| Have you got the ecstasy? |
| I want your animosity, |
| Haven’t you learnt? |
| I’m not the guy I used to be, |
| I’m not your spring time fantasy, |
| (Return to me) |
| Have you returned? |
| Or have you been returned to me? |
| Have you got the ecstasy? |
| I want your animosity, |
| Haven’t you learnt? |
| I’m not the guy I used to be, |
| I’m not your spring time fantasy, |