Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away
and now there's nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away
and all the voices ricochet – our conversation disappears
in recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just
words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and
the water runs red – you're a
stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead
Voices ricochet – you can picture a big ‘thirteen', try to extinguish me
relinquish me from the damage
it's only mortality…
it's the echoes of carnage
now the view is all tarnished – the rest is just wreckage
the sky's a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight
and the pain still visible in light and sound and sight
Dismiss the sky – voices ricochet
Grip is precarious
there's various ways the path of truth can bury us
too many variables, too much chit-chat
too much of this and that
too much zig-zag, yin yang, yak yak
I'm all right, jack, pull up the plank, i'm aboard
fall on your sword – a humming repetitive
feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay
don't worry, it'll fade away
Voices ricochet – our conversation disappears
in recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just
words in the distance, like birds inside my head
And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb
to the background of a cynical ‘who' and ‘what' and ‘why'
and ‘why not?' ‘scuse me while i dismiss the sky
Voices ricochet – dismiss the sky