Jellyfish - The Crimea

We speak a language no one else understands

Have conversations in silence

You talk to me using telepathy

Then one day you stopped smiling

Go back to the start

Don’t forget your broken heart

It’s gathering dust

Beneath the pawnshop counter

In the twinkle of an eye disaster strikes again

Always trouble in our paradise

I was a jellyfish washed up on the sand

Of your desert island

Starved of oxygen, surrounded by oxygen

I’ll never see the ocean again

Your eyes tell me all

Your lips are too scared

Your Paddington bear

I was your dentist’s chair

In the twinkle of an eye disaster strikes again

Always trouble in our paradise

For you I’d leave my body

For you I’d leave my body

Always trouble in our paradise

Always trouble in our paradise