歌词
At the back of my mind
On the tip of my tongue
Begging to be forgotten
Emphatically written
Dramatically read
Quoted completely verbatim
It's a spectator sport
For the masochists
And a grimace
On the face of the masses
In a side street cafe
They can't bear to watch
But they're still
Peering over their glasses
It's a different kind of tension
With an audience involved
You don't want to draw their attention
I'm a coward after all
It's a different kind of tension
Ears are retracted
And cutlery clatters
To mask the sound of heart break
They can go back
To their coffee and cream
While I take my leave with a handshake
It's a spectator sport
For the masochists
And a grimace
On the face of the masses
In a side street cafe
They can't bear to watch
But they're still
Peering over their glasses
It's a different kind of tension
With an audience involved
You don't want to draw their attention
I'm a coward after all
It's a different kind of tension
It's a spectator sport
For the masochists
And a grimace
On the face of the masses
It's different kind of tension
It's different kind of tension
It's different kind of tension