Secure me by the back door with my lover
Her charcoal curves and convent greys in colour
The gilded English model girl
Who knows without surprise
She never wants to be alone
The one thing that she can't keep down is
Love and all it's silvered courses
A trifle hard for untrained horses
Ride away with me
Don't forget to tell the tale

A story of love and never a tale of woe
A story of love and never a tale of woe
Hold on
Do you know where we're going?
Hold on.