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)