Sam was in her room
Marking out her moves
and throwing caution to the wind,
Her husband was a sailor
He sailed too far to save her,
To escape this great design.

Daddy was collecting
Keepsakes and reflections
in a cellar full of wreckage
and leaving it to you.
Mummy was a memory
remembering a friend of me,
Who escaped this great design.

True love was my joker
I took her hand to poker
She just smiled I'd woken her
nothing further from my mind.
She stepped out all too soon
She was reaching for the moon.
She escaped this great design.

Escape this great design
Escape this great design
Escape this great design
Escape this great design.