A little after 12
The function suite was full
With people
I had never seen before
Ripped up ticket stamps
Confetied on the floor
It dawned on me
I'd seen it all before
Cool your beans my son
You look a fucking mess
No one's getting out of here
tonight
Hit that button there
The one that just says wrong
We'll lose our lives
through all our favourite songs
Go forward later to find
your flat on your feet
When you weren't in the room
I was nailed to my seat
I ‘m like a prisoner
getting ready to stalk
I feel the blood in my hands
and the step in your walk
And suddenly I lift the roof
off the place
And there's a fault in my step
And a grin on my face
You can't contain me
but you did it on me
Get me back in my box
And snap the branches off me
A little after 4
The function suite is dead
And I am just a ripped up
ticket stamp
Here's a helping hand
A voice that's far too close
And I am up
and on my broken limbs
Go forward later to find
your flat on your feet
When you weren't in the room
I was nailed to my seat
I ‘m like a prisoner
getting ready to stalk
I feel the blood in my hands
and the thread in your walk
And suddenly I lift the roof
off the place
There's a fault in my step
There's a grin on my face
You can't contain me
but you did it on me
To Get me back in my box
And snap the branches off me
And suddenly I lift the roof
off the place
And there's a fault in my step
And a grin on my face
You can't contain me
but you did it on me
To Get me back in my box
And snap the branches off me
compositores: NATHAN CONNOLLY, GARY LIGHTBODY, JONATHAN GRAHAM QUINN, TOM SIMPSON, PAUL WILSON
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