Gauss Gun - The Last of the Hurdles Lyrics

Felicity came from the outskirts of Brisbane
She treated each friend with devout care and wisdom
I asked for her number with hugs on the side
And she went on and on 'bout her boyfriend who died
And I cried
Not for the boyfriend
Felicity came for a Manchester weekend
We kissed as we danced, toe to toe, cheek to cheek
And the pushers around us were empty and nascent
For the first in a long time I felt quite complacent
How droll
For me to be happy
Whoever invented the last of the hurdles
Must never have bruised as he crumbled and gurgled
Wherever I'll be, I'll be bound to the track
'Cause the last of the hurdles keeps sending me back
She had this way to cast away gloom
When she'd make your eyes rise to the size of the moon
I took off my shoes and went into her room
And I lay on her bed, and inhaled a balloon
And I thought
What a nice nightlight
What a nice night
Whoever invented the last of the hurdles
Must never have bruised as he crumbled and gurgled
Wherever I'll be, I'll be bound to the track
'Cause the last of the hurdles keeps sending me back
Whoever invented the last of the hurdles
Must never have bruised as he crumbled and gurgled
Wherever I'll be, I'll be bound to the track
'Cause the last of the hurdles keeps sending me back