Living on the Outside

The night you take for granted, the stolen chambermaid

Still dressing up as though you're on parade

You walk a backroom tightrope - a phoney acrobate

Try to charm a China Doll, should known better than that

A world of diamong cuff links & gleaming sapphire rings

At Saville Row you leave them wondering.

Looking for silver trophies, something that might make news

Come to the house of hope, work out whose is whose

The night you take for granted, a castle made of sand.

Just an empty room of mirrors, never know where to stand.

Living On The Outside, always looking in

Taking everything – feels like a haunted heart