For the last two nights I dreamt you asked me for directions, 
Even though I know you always know which way to go, 
But I don’t, without you I can barely float, 
Tie your anchor to my boat, I can only hope. 

It would appear that my map is the wrong way up, 
East is West, what is best? I can only guess, 
I am just a lost buoy, sat on the edge of a lost boy’s shoe, 
I don’t know what to do when I am without you, 
When I am without you, 
When I am without you. 

And if hope is the prescription of fools, 
Then I will take my medicine with a spoonful of you. 

My compass needle keeps spinning me round and round, 
My lot a head like a spinning top that won’t stop, 
Which is the right road for a lost soul? 
Pin your button to my coat, I can only hope, 
I can only hope, 
I can only hope. 

And if hope is the prescription of fools, 
Then I will take my medicine with a spoonful of you.