Lirieke: Ned's Atomic Dustbin. Swallowing Air.

I didn't call this far, I've been so careful
I've swallowed air, now I've had my bellyful
So now I want to get something for me
Now I want to get something for me
I've swallowed air, I've had my bellyful

I don't want to lose it when we have no cause
I don't want to lose it but the choice is yours

You don't compare to anything I have
I want to stare, I don't want a photograph
It's about time you did something for me
It's about time you did something for me
I want to stare, I don't want a photograph

I don't want to lose it when we have no cause
I don't want to lose it but the choice is yours

What is it now? You call me unsung
I've fallen foul of somebody's hot tongue
The man inside can never be seen
God, help me if I ever come clean
I've fallen foul of somebody's hot tongue