Lyrics: Bomb Pops

Your fascination with Audrey Hepburn carried you away.
It was on a Sunday,
We went to see Roman Holiday.
You were packed and waiting,
Three days later they hauled you away.
Even Audrey Hepburn,
Could not save you from the sorry state,

Far away. (Far away.)
Far away.
You'll never be the same. (Be the same.)
I guess the letter's on its way.
Never be the same.

Infatuations with summer substance,
Brought you to your knees.
Your fascination,
With Audrey Hepburn carried you away away away.

Far away. (Far away.)
Far away.
You'll never be the same. (Be the same.)
I guess the letter's on its way.

Far away. (Far away.)
Far away.
You'll never be the same. (Be the same.)
I guess the letter's on its way.
Never be the same.