On with the coloured lights

waiting in the wings for attention

it doesn't really come from me

I'm missing everything you see

and who could ask for more

lay me on a beach in New Hampton

it's not a million miles away

I'm serious in every way



When do I be still?



And in this marching land

playing out of here into nowhere

I'm not about to change my mind

uncertain for the very last time



When do I be still

with you in mind?



On with the coloured lights

knowing there's a place for you always

acceptance isn't easy, I know

it's better than to live alone

and who could ask for more

waiting in the wings for attention

I'm not about to change my mind

uncertain for the very last time



When do I be still

with you in mind?