Paul Samwell-Smith - Flying Colours lyrics

Shout if you will, but that just won't do I, for one, would rather follow softer options I'll take the easy line; another sip of wine And if I ignore the face you wore it's just a way of Mine to keep from flying colours Don't lay your bait while the whole world waits Around to see me shoot you down --- It's all so second-rate When we can last for days on a loving night; Or for hours at least on a warm whisper given You always pick the best time to rise to the fight To break the hard bargain that we've driven Once again we're flying colours I thought we had it out the night before And settled old scores, but not the hard way Was it a gla** too much? Or a smile too few? Did our friends all catch the needle match --- did we Want them to? In a fancy restaurant we were all aglow Keeping cool by mutual permission How did the conversation get to where we came to blows? We were set up in a red condition And again we're flying colours Shout --- but you see it still won't do With my colours on I can be just as bad as you Have I had a gla** too much? Did I give a smile too few? Did our friends all catch the needle match --- did we Want them to? We act our parts so well, like we wrote the play All so predictable and we know it We'll settle old scores now, and settle the hard way You may not even live to outgrow it! Once again we're flying colours