I can read you like the books nThat SH. Davidson will one day writenYou're shooting through the roof, my dearnBut you're witty and precisennIt seems you were a fool for thinking nThe windows to your soul were tintednI could see right innI saw everything, it went like thisnnSwollen tongues and rolling eyesnThis tour bus lives for city nightsnRinging ears, throbbing handsnThe Arctic's calling us againnnWe're yelling loudnWe'll be home soonnSo leave the light on, won't you?nnI won't look backnThrough rose-tinted glassnIf you sugar-coat it, it won't lastnnIf you call this medicinenThen I'll call you a liarnIf you call this song your best friendnKeep smiling sapphirenKeep smiling sapphirennMy future's callingnMy past has me glued downnHands to the floornAnd my feet to my backnnIt's the perfect solutionnTo stop me saying things I wish I'd never saidnBut it's the strangest thing you'll ever see, I swearnnIf today's the day we realise that talk is cheapnThen tomorrow will be sweetnnIf you call this medicinenThen I'll call you a liarnIf you call this song your best friendnKeep smiling sapphirenKeep smiling sapphirennWe are the BritishnWe are the nation that's perpetually let downnA nation of cynics, and we're proudnnIf you call this medicinenThen I'll call you a liarnIf you call this song your best friendnKeep smiling sapphire, sapphire, sapphire