At the back of my mind On the tip of my tongue Begging to be forgotten Emphatically written Dramatically read Quoted completely verbatim It's a spectator sport For the masochists And a grimace On the face of the masses In a side street cafe They can't bear to watch But they're still Peering over their glasses It's a different kind of tension With an audience involved You don't want to draw their attention I'm a coward after all It's a different kind of tension Ears are retracted And cutlery clatters To mask the sound of heart break They can go back To their coffee and cream While I take my leave with a handshake It's a spectator sport For the masochists And a grimace On the face of the masses In a side street cafe They can't bear to watch But they're still Peering over their glasses It's a different kind of tension With an audience involved You don't want to draw their attention I'm a coward after all It's a different kind of tension It's a spectator sport For the masochists And a grimace On the face of the masses It's different kind of tension It's different kind of tension It's different kind of tension