From a wide shot of your figure, to a close-up on your face
it's a saturated picture, but it blasts me into space
on a high tide of emotion with every frozen frame
like an uncontrolled explosion, you steal the scene again

I have trawled the city's fleshpots and I have walked a country mile
going arm in arm with strangers, found comfort for a while
crossed the line between obsession and free and easy love
in a one-man procession with my torch held up above

Charlie Moon - what am I gonna do?
Charlie Moon - I'm still hung up on you

Well we parted in the garden as the evening sun went down
with the roar of distant traffic from the other side of town
and the hollow chimes of freedom still ringing in our ears
and the echoes that would haunt us for years

Charlie Moon - what am I gonna do?
Charlie Moon - I'm still hung up on you
Charlie Moon - what are we gonna do?
Charlie Moon, Charlie Moon...

© 1999 Words and Music by David Fisher

Musicians

Tim Bradshaw
Loops, Keyboards, Samples

David Fisher
Lead and Backing Vocals, Electric Guitar

Martin Gregory
Looped Drums, Drums

Martyn Swain
Bass

Chris Watts
Electric Guitar