Patchwork land is leading us to ruins

weekday rates at many roadside rooms


a sombre mood's got me electric blue

to match the colour of the films

that roll inside my television head



a geolgist I'm afraid I'm not

stuck between a hard place and a rock

something tells me I'm about to lose

all sense and slip off the fence



you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got

the run of the room

only words out of your mouth should be

I can take this on

(x2)



I saw an argument and came inside

a pointless spectacle that kept me occupied from the sidelines

tonight you'll leave tomorrow you'll be back

armed to the teeth with apologies

you know you'll cut us both some slack



a geolgist I'm afraid I'm not

stuck between a hard place and a rock

something tells me I'm about to lose

all sense and slip off the fence



you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got

the run of the room

only words out of your mouth should be

I can take this on

(x2)



of course there's nothing lost

it's kept in pens and margins

and stuck inside the back of yesterday

like who has shared your hours

and who has shared your sheets

and I don't see a reason why we all must go to sleep



only words out of your mouth should be

I can take this on



you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got

the run of the room

only words out of your mouth should be

I can take this on

(x2)



I can take this on

(x4)

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