Lost in Space Songtext
von Glenn Tilbrook

An argument
She was bang out of order
Questioning your moods and behaviour
A perfect chance
For you to feign offence and
Walk out of the door and savour

Oh, tonight you′re doing it in style
Out of sorts and lost in space for a while
Oh, tonight you're doing it in style
Out of sorts and lost in space for a while

You disappear
Another call of nature
Your best friend wins again you can′t hide it
Give me a sign
A flash of your old humour
The truth looks grim though you would deny it


Tonight you're doing it in style
Out of sorts and lost in space for a while
Oh, tonight you're doing it in style
Out of sorts and lost in space for a while

You engineer with sweet things that you say
And you can pacify and put the hurt away
You′re charming but you change from day to day
Any time you decide you need to take a break
Oh, tonight
Doing it in style
Out of sorts and lost in space
For a while

Out of sorts tonight
Lost in space tonight
Out of sorts tonight
Lost in space tonight
Oh, tonight

Oh, tonight (out of sorts tonight)
Doing it in style (lost in space tonight)
Out of sorts and lost in space (out of sorts tonight)
For a while (lost in space tonight)