I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I've drugged it in it's sleep
There isn't many memories
This ball keeps rolling on
It's heading for the streets
Keep expecting you to send for me
The invitation never comes
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
But maybe it's a flase alarm
And all the answers sound the same
Just colours bleeding into one
Now the curtain's coming up
I'm struggling to cater for
The space I'm meant to fill
And distance doesn't care
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
But maybe it's a flase alarm
And all the answers sound the same
Just colours bleeding into one
I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I drugged it in it's sleep
Are you comfortable to keep it?