Lyrics

I got us tickets to a fourth dimension We got them free from a man in London Yeah he was going off a recommendation He said he'd really like to speak to you But you're just sitting in a broken armchair Oh won't you even look me in the eye yeah? Now are you going to say anything yeah? Oh where's the wire? cos we've really got to plug you in I'll show you my soul if you'll show me yours I'll give you anything you want if you'd please respond I'll tell you all my doubts and my reservations You can really stretch my patience But don't you walk out We've got a lot of things to talk about And it really isn't helping when you start to shout That you were never designed to sort this out Well there's nothing more to talk about We've got to run cos the bus is leaving And me, you know, I'm bloody freezing I can't wait here for another minute Oh where's the wire? cos we've really got to plug you in Don't you walk out We've got a lot of things to talk about And it really isn't helping when you start to shout That you were never designed to sort this out Well there's nothing more to talk about Don't you walk out We've got a lot of things to talk about And it really isn't helping Don't you walk out We've got a lot of things to talk about And it really isn't helping when you start to shout That you were never designed to sort this out Well there's nothing more to talk about
Writer(s): Andrew Doran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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