Colourfield 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
