Gimme just a little more time And I'll be flowing to your door Just like the sea though all my moves are slow I'm always heading for the shore I like to think I'm not a complicated man But then again I can't be sure So give me just a little more time, you know Give me till the early morn' I play the flute in a ragdoll suit And you wear the overcoat I never wanted you more than the time You buttoned high across your throat You held my arm like an anchor Would tie itself onto a boat And whispered in my ear Where shall you take me from here Looking out towards the coasts Clean the table and go Make tracks in the snow Ooow ooow ooow We're knocking knees in a traveling breeze And swinging babies on our hip My mouth is open singing Pat Dam Smyth's "Slip John" on a city trip I watch you moving Through flashes in my life On a chair where I sit Your mouth is covering Mine under blankets It's your turn to give me the slip Clean the table and go Make tracks in the snow Ooow ooow ooow Clean the table and go And you make tracks in the snow Ooow Ooow