I got us tickets to a fourth dimension
We got them free from a man in London
​Yeah he was going off a [bad word] He said he’d really like to speak to you

But you’re just sitting in a broken armchair
Oh won’t you even look me in the eye yeah ?
Now are you going to say anything yeah ?
Oh where’s the wire cos we’ve really got to plug you in ?

I’ll show you my soul if you show me yours
I’ll tell you anything you want if you’ll please respond
I’ll tell you all my doubts and my reservations
You can really stretch my patience

But don’t you walk out
We’ve got a lot of things to talk about
And it really isn’t helping when you start to shout
That you were never designed to sort this out
Well there’s nothing more to talk about

We’ve got [bad word] cos the bus is leaving
And me, you know I’m bloody freezing
I can’t stay here for another minute
Oh where’s the wire cos we’ve really got to plug you in ?

Don’t you walk out
We’ve got a lot of things to talk about
And it really isn’t helping when you start to shout
That you were never designed to sort this out
Well there’s nothing more to talk about