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