Something stopped me dead in my tracks
I was heading for disaster and then I turned back
I was wrestling with a coat hanger, can you guess who won?
The universe shrugged, shrugged then moved on

It's a gift, no idea
It's a feeling
Not a voice in my head
Just a feeling

And by the way
Spike island, come alive
And by the way
This time I'll get it right, oh

Not a shaman, or a showman, ashamed I was selling the rights
I took a breather and decided not to ruin my life
I was conforming to a cosmic design, I was playing to type
Until I walked back to the garden of earthly delight

I was born to perform
It's a calling
I exist to do this
Shouting and pointing

And by the way
Spike island, come alive
And by the way
This time I'll get it right, oh

No one can ever understand it
And no one will ever have the last word
Because it's not something you could ever say
So swivel

Ahh, it's a gift, no idea
It's a feeling
Not a voice in my head
Just a feeling

And by the way
Spike island, come alive
And by the way
This time I'll get it right, oh

And by the way
Spike island, come alive
And by the way
This time I'll get it right, oh Writer/s: Adam Betts, Andrew McKinney, Candida Doyle, Emma Smith, Jarvis Cocker, Jason Buckle, Mark Webber, Nick Banks
Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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