Armchair Theatre

I'm sitting on the fence again Drawing straws and pulling strings Demonstrations pass me by This must be the age of something A time where each prediction Makes me feel like going to the beach A time when men of wisdom Never seem to practice what they preach Behind each reason there's a lie Behind each answer lies a cheat Well you can take me for a ride But only if i get the window seat Colour me creep The coldness of your power chills my soul You're more than welcome to your throne But when you're playing god leave me alone You've spent fortunes on houses that haven't been built Then offer excuses to cover your guilt But i don't want the earth and all that it's worth You get on my nerves I'm getting very bored indeed With your false passion and your greed Get me the next train out of town Take me away from this maddening crowd And colour me gone Just before the revolution starts You'll find out what they really are I hear their anthems play As nasty things go whistling through the air Although it breaks our hearts To see the world just fall apart Sit and rest beneath the shooting stars So let's exchange our loving kiss The winter storms are drawing near If they destroy our every bliss We can wait until the clouds have disappeared The fires will burn i'm dreaming of you But when they return they'll colour me blue