Aaron Gilbert : Keyboards/Vocals
Rowly : Drums/Percussion
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,
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…
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
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,
Centre stage is yours to take,
If you can lose this waste of space,
