If all the world was a stage and this play would sell out
Every night Funny old clichés in my brain that you up at night
If not from love you do it
You'd keep a poor man to it
Yeah, I'm the kind of guy
That comes to waste your precious time
Was it something that I said thats got you
Down on your knees breathing your last gasp in mind
It gives you peace of mind to see me down on my knees
Breaking like a Blue Arsed Fly
Sweet dreams of bad company I keep
Nobody knows you when you're up that creek
Solitude my symphony in grief
It takes a gentle hand for me to understand
Everything you say
If not from love you do it
You'd keep a poor man to it
Yeah, I'm the kind of guy
That comes to waste your precious time
Was it something that I said thats got you
Down on your knees breathing your last gasp in mind
It gives you peace of mind to see me down on my knees
Breaking like a Blue Arsed Fly