If the sun won't arrive in the morning
And the moon won't arrive in the evening, too
Then we start to get a kind of picture
Of how it would be to
Baby, to live without you
There's a hole in the bucket
There's a rock in my shoe
I'm working up a set of notions of how it would be to
Baby, to live without you
Warning! Warning!
Here we have the deep water
Danger, strange feelings
Danger, strange feelings
Five o'clock in the morning
And there's something happening here
Why, I finally get a kind of picture
The point is coming through
Clouds of mystery clear
I drop down a hole
I find a hollow earth
I wake up in a land of extremes
To find the worst that could be
That everything would be just what it seems
Warning! Warning!
Here we have the deep water
Danger, strange feelings
If the sun won't arrive in the morning.
And the moon won't arrive in the evening, too
Then we start to get a kind of picture
The light is coming through
Clouds of mystery clear
I drop down a hole
I find a hollow earth
I wake up in a land of extremes
To find the worst that could be,
That everything would be just what it seems
Warning! Warning!
There we have the deep water
Danger, strange feelings
