[Verse 1]

'Round and 'round the study, he paced

A two-hundred and twenty-odd centimeter wide space

Wearing out the floorboard shine

Was it a waste of time? That often crossed his mind, but he trudged on

Wanted invisible lightbulbs to switch on

Inventions he'd thought what the whole world hinged on

After all, he had five patents

On forms, he ticked [?] ideas chasing

Like his bedside book [?]

[?] one of these days will be a tidy little wage earner

Picked it up with pride, admired his work

Cursed 'cause he'd have to wait and read another night, it hurt

When he's like this, he gets distracted

Idiosyncratic [?] call in the pysche

Knew the horoscopes on phone line off by heart

In hushed tones, he'd give him his credit card

And he didn't want his mum hearing about it

Hated a thing, she had another reason to doubt him

And he [?] and listened for that tone

Every now and again, depressed by what it'd known

And he listened intently, then hung up the reciever

Walked to the window, he could feel that old fever

[?] on the knee, [?] maybe that's it

Threw his arms in the air and declared "That's it"

[Chorus]

On click the lightbulb

Finally manifestwhat he'd been in sight of

Slow danced alone under the light the moon had shown

"What about a television in a mobile phone?"

It glowed, above did that lightbulb

Later, he would knuckle down and figure the price of

Slow danced alone under the light the moon had shown

"Television in a mobile phone?"

[Bridge]

Hmm (I don't know)

What? Man

[Verse 2]

Soon a moment of doubt had crept in

"No, not phones" He said to himself and he kept thinking

"What then?" Reverting back to back and forth

Staring at the coats on the back of his door

"What then?" He wandered to his window sill

Watched a truck [?] driving out the timber mill

And if they can work again too, they're not earning regular wages

Weekdays got weekend views

And he straightened up the cufflinks he always wore

He won them in award, what kind of an award?

Eyes caught the floor, not sure what's next coming

He wasn't in the business of quitting, cutting and running

That's not what Nikola Tesla would have done

He's not nearly as crazy as claimed by some

Or László Bíró and his ballpoint pen

How he dreamt of being mentioned with the likes of them

But it meant he was getting more and more walled in

Magazine prize draws were his outside link

And he cut out a section, filled in the details

Put a stamp on the envelope, sent it in the mail

And he got [?] laugh

And last week, he won a crockery vase; Mother liked it

Right then, like a chemical clash

Something collided with his body like a heart attack

[Chorus]

On click the lightbulb

Finally manifest what he'd been in sight of

Did a little jig would've lit up the board

A flexiball that could adapt to any sport

Like a torch in the nighttime was that lightbulb

Later, he would knuckle down and figure the price of

Did a little jig would've lit up the board

Imagine a ball that would work for all sports

[Bridge]

(Woah, wow)

(That's-)

[Chorus]

On click the lightbulb

Finally manifest what he'd been in sight of

Slow danced alone under the light the moon had shown

"What about a television in a mobile phone?"

It glowed, above did that lightbulb

Later, he would knuckle down and figure the price of

Slow danced alone under the light the moon had shown

Truth be told? (Truth be told)

It's all he's known

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]

(Coming in?)

Cursed the inventors in his leather-bound book

And swore they must be crooks with contacts

It's who you know and he knew no one

Furious of what he lacked, he raged away until he was numb

Sixty-one, wishing he was a someone

Walking down the solitary path of the unsung

Right at the drop of sanity's edge

Another lightbulb flashed on above his head