Woorden: Blur. Clover Over Dover.

I'm on the white cliffs of Dover
Thinking it over and over
But if I jump it's all over
A cautionary tale for you

I'd like to roll in the clover
With you over and over
On the white cliffs of Dover
And then I let you push me over

If that is the fact
Then in actual fact
I'm not where it's at
And it's over
Oh, if that is the fact
Then in actual fact
I'm not where it's at
And it's over
Yes it is

And now the bluebirds are over (I'm floating away)
Over the white cliffs of Dover (Spent twenty years upon
the sea)
And when you push me over (And when I come back)
Don't bury me, I'm not worth anything (I found that you took care
to me)

If that is the fact
Then in actual fact
I'm not where it's at
And it's over
REPEAT

Yes it is