Glenn Tilbrook Lost In Space
An argument
She was bang out of order
Questioning your moods and behaviour
A perfect chance
For you to feign offence and
Walk out of the door and savour
Tonight you're doing it in style
Out of sorts and lost in space for a while
You disappear
Another call of nature
Your best friend wins again you can't hide it
Give me a sign
A flash of your old humour
The truth looks grim though you would deny it
You engineer with sweet things that you say
And you can pacify and put the hurt away
You're charming but you change from day to day
Anytime you decide you need to take a break
