I try to get nearer but as it gets clearer
There's something appear in the way
It's a plank in my eye with a camel
Who's trying to get through it
Am I doing it, can I have it all?
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud, it all goes slo-mo
I don't know why I'm crying, am I suspended in Gaffa?
Not till I'm ready for you, can I have it all?
Kate Bush