Tekster: Delays. You See Colours. Waste Of Space.

Like a millionaire, but with nothing to spare,
All this time on my hands doesn?t go anywhere,
(But) before you think to cry, I know that?
It?s not right, that your there, with your love, going spare,
You?re like a waste of space in an empty room,
Just hoping, somebody gets to you soon,
(The way you) run around is not so clever,
I warn you, honey I love you,
With a heart full of song, I will drive you away,
This I?ve known all along but I don?t think I?d blame,
You for passing on?
(?Cos) It?s not right, that you care so much more, than I care,
I?m just a waste of space, and I rarely move,
Here?s hoping, somebody gets to me soon,
The way you run around is not so clever,
I warn you honey, I love you
Centre stage is yours to take,
If you can lose this waste of space.