Easy come and easy go That's what they say When they're about to go broke So try not to choke Put your arms around me and don't ever let go Went to see the priest He was singing the blues Glossing in songs, and spinning the noose Tending the gardens, gathering leaves Polishing coffins, and running out fears Easy come and easy go That's what they say When they're about to go broke So try not to choke Put your arms around me and don't ever let go Call it chance, call it choice Words at stake, on the breath of your voice Spinning the magic, as they arrive Its not fatal, when it's a shallow dive Easy come and easy go That's what they say When they're about to go broke So try not to choke Put your arms around me and don't ever let go