Are you looking over your shoulder?
Treading carefully your steps more and more?
You showed me what this world can do
The sheer look of something so cruel

I'd rather be dead, than be with you.

Is your conscience rising religiously?
Inexplicable reasons your eyes flooding morally?
You lit the sky fire from blue
Remember it could be you some night under this cruel moon

I'd rather be dead, than be with you.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but sometime soon,
Perhaps when your watching TV,
Going for a walk in the park, drinking tea
Day dreaming, reading magazines,
Counting your spoons, talking on the phone,
Putting your make up on or looking for something new,
Swapping the all important red shoes for blue
Or any other distraction you normally do,
My voice will catch up bringing you a little news.
'cause somewhere in summertime I huffed and I puffed and I blew.

I'd rather be dead, than be with you.