Verse 1 Half past eight The kettle's complaining, Morning light crawling through the kitchen blinds, Somebody's burning the last of the bacon, Colin's still hunting the end of a line. Coffee like medicine, Heads full of thunder, Yesterday's promises under the chairs, Bobby says, "Mate, leave the chorus till later," Colin says, "Later's what got us here." Verse 2 Ten past ten The red light is glowing, Nobody quite likes the take that we made, Drummer Jack says, "Push it," Mike the bass says, "It's rushing," Colin says "No it just better that way." Three different chords for a four-letter feeling, Five different answers and none of them rhyme, Colin crosses out what he wrote in the morning, Then quietly writes the same blinking line. Chorus We're trying to find the rhyme Between the coffee and the closing time, Losing the beat, Losing our minds, Looking for something we might never find. Then somebody plays one sweet little thing, And suddenly all of the trouble can sing, For three good minutes the whole world aligns— We're trying to find the rhyme. Verse 3 Lunch never happened, the ashtray is crowded, Sam walks out with a door-shaking bang, Swears he's finished with bands and with music, Comes back in ten minutes and asks where we are in the rhyme. There's a brown coffee ring on the best bit of paper, A cable like snakes round the heel of a chair, Nobody's winning, but nobody's leaving, Which might be the reason we're still sitting there. Bridge Then the room goes quiet, Just the hum of the amp and the street outside, Colin turns one word over Like a chord his hand he can't quite decide. And maybe the line wasn't hiding— Maybe it waited all day For the shouting, the silence, the wrong notes, the laughter To show it what it had to say. Final Chorus We're trying to find the rhyme Between the bad blood and the better times, Losing the beat, losing our minds, Making a life out of borrowed time. Jack counts, "One, two, three, four," And nobody knows what we're been fighting for, But three good minutes and everything's fine— We finally found the rhyme.; (sam says)"At least it sounds better this time!" Outro Coffee gone cold, Morning gone by, Red light fading, One last try.
