(Two, three, four)
Oh, it's a bit fucked

They were sitting
They were sitting on the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious

They were sitting
They were talking in the strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't wanna waste a thing

Cold, cold water
Bring me 'round
Now my feet won't touch the ground
Cold, cold water
What ya say?
When it's such
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

I remember
We were walking up to strawberry swing
I can't wait 'til the morning
Wouldn't wanna change a thing

People moving all the time
Inside a perfectly straight line
Don't you wanna just curve away?
And it's such
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

Ahh

Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time
Could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time

Now the sky could be blue
Could be grey
Without you I'm just miles away
Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Christopher Anthony John Martin, Guy Rupert Berryman, Jonathan Mark Buckland, William Champion