Blur

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.