Lyrics Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World - The Divine Comedy

Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World

Do you remember that old TV show
Arthur C. Clarke’s Mysterious World
Well if ITV make a new series
They ought to come take a look at my girl
I don’t understand her
She doesn’t make any sense to me
I don’t understand her
It’s like she’s speaking in Swahili
Do you remember that girl in the early 80's
Allergic to everything
Everywhere that she went in her plastic tent
The doctors tried but they couldn’t begin
To even understand her
And it’s exactly the same for me
I don’t understand her
She is as deep as the Baltic sea
Well it’s no big deal, I’m not complaining
Sometimes things don’t need explaining
She’s my angel, that’s the main thing
And that is never changing
She’s a mass of contradictions
A pick and mix of strange convictions
It can be a source of friction
But there are worse afflictions
Love doesn’t make distinctions
Now to make matters worse she claims the universe
Is expanding like a balloon
But baby, if it’s meant to be infinite
Then where is it expanding to?
I don’t understand you
You just don’t make any sense to me
I don’t understand you
You are completely logic free
I don’t understand her, no, no
She is uncharted territory
I don’t understand her
But she’s as lovely as she can be
Arthur C. Clarke’s Mysterious World
Arthur C. Clarke’s Mysterious World
Arthur C. Clarke’s Mysterious World
Arthur C. Clarke’s Mysterious World
Arthur C. Clarke’s Mysterious World
Arthur C. Clarke’s Mysterious World
Arthur C. Clarke’s Mysterious World