[Chorus 1: Roland Orzabal]
Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind

[Chorus 2: Roland Orzabal]
Go get a volunteer
We'll pay him well, my dear
He will see inside your mind
Because he is that kind

[Verse 1: Roland Orzabal]
It's a southern kind of heat
The shadows crack and start to creep
Conversation drags its feet
I wish we'd both been more discreet
Like light that is caught between night and day
You're stuck between me and my

[Chorus 3: Oleta Adams]
Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
So many strings to your bow
Why not let one go?
[Verse 2: Roland Orzabal & Oleta Adams]
Well they love you when you're weak
Bet they hate to see this winning streak
It's that thing we call control
There's a deep frustration in their soul
Black thoughts that get stuck between someone's ears
Like me and my big ideas

[Chorus 4: Roland Orzabal]
So many strings to your bow
Why not let one go?

[Bridge: Roland Orzabal & Oleta Adams, Oleta Adams and Roland Orzabal]
In a way this dream is over
Blown away our four leaf clover
There's no reason why
There's just me and my

[Chorus 1: Roland Orzabal]
Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind

[Outro: Oleta Adams]
Blown away
Blown away