Echobelly

I think you ought to know,
I think weve lost control dear,
Whatever turned you on,
You put it up your nose dear,
And though the feeling was sublime,
I think were running out of time,
cos when you found it, youd fix it,
Then lose it and then youd go.
Will you be long, will you be long dear,
Will you be long, Im waiting,
No sleep at all, carry me home,
No sleep at all, carry me home,
Wont you take me there.
I serenade the walls,
Young people have it all dear
And surely life is a gas,
We never had it bad dear