I can read you like the books
That SH. Davidson will one day write
You're shooting through the roof, my dear
But you're witty and precise
It seems you were a fool for thinking
The windows to your soul were tinted
I could see right in
I saw everything, it went like this
Swollen tongues and rolling eyes
This tour bus lives for city nights
Ringing ears, throbbing hands
The Arctic's calling us again
We're yelling loud
"We'll be home soon
So leave the light on, won't you?"
I won't look back
Through rose-tinted glass
If you sugar-coat it, it won't last
If you call this medicine
Then I'll call you a liar
If you call this song your best friend
Keep smiling sapphire
Keep smiling sapphire
My future's calling
My past has me glued down
Hands to the floor
And my feet to my back
It's the perfect solution
To stop me saying things I wish I'd never said
But it's the strangest thing you'll ever see, I swear
If today's the day we realise that talk is cheap
Then tomorrow will be sweet
If you call this medicine
Then I'll call you a liar
If you call this song your best friend
Keep smiling sapphire
Keep smiling sapphire
We are the British
We are the nation that's perpetually let down
A nation of cynics, and we're proud
If you call this medicine
Then I'll call you a liar
If you call this song your best friend
Keep smiling sapphire, sapphire, sapphire