Angels Comsat The Cutting Edge Lyrics

Rain on the windscreen makes a rhythm,
Line up the centre leads the way,
The music plays but I don't listen, I don't want to hear
the things they say.
Cold and sharper than a knife,
'This is for the best', I said,
But lord help me I'm mystified
It seems I got the cutting edge.
And I'd swear there's nothing in it,
Still the wheels keep turning round. Like some old persistent spirit,
This one will take some driving out.
Cold and sharper than a knife,
'This is for the best' I said.
Lord help me I'm mystified
It seems I got the cutting edge.
So much for this heart of stone
Now it turns out to be lead.
The strangest thing I've ever known,
It seems I got the cutting edge.