Text: Ian Brown. Golden Greats. Dolphins Were Monkeys.

I could be the next to see
That there'll be nobody there
If you feel excited
Throw your hands into the air

No one can judge you baby
Who don't live your life
I need the resistance held by
Your astrological sign

So now I'm caught in the middle
You're next to me
I swim with the fishes
Who come from the sea
The dolphins were monkeys
That didn't like the land
Should I be walking on the beach
Then I'd be holding your hand

I could be the next to see
That there'll be nobody there
If you feel excited
Throw your hands into the air

No one can judge you baby
Who don't live your life
I need the resistance held by
Your astrological sign

So now I'm caught in the middle
You're next to me
No one alive can lock the door of your dreams
Caught in the middle
You're next to me
I swim with the fishes
Who come from the sea
The dolphins were monkeys
That didn't like the land
Should I be walking on the beach
Then I'd be holding your hand

If you feel excited
Throw your hands into the air
If you feel excited
Throw your hands into the air
If you feel excited
Throw your hands into the air

No one can judge you baby
Who don't live your life
I need the resistance
Held by your astrological sign