CH: C G Am F (with variations)
Standing in a queue
People doing what they do
Headphones blocking out the sound
It’s like there’s no-one else around
Outside everything seems fine
Pople standing in a line.
Paint is fading on the walls
Paint is fading and I’m watching while I’m waiting…
Holding on to pictures that are moulded to your eyes
I could have told you how to break yourself away
We listen to each other but we’re hearing empty murmers
I just never have a better word to say
Taste of beer is on my breath
Waste of changes that I get.
Room to move I can’t expect.
I will I hope I guess I know I’ll get.
Dug a hole to find the ground,
Buried everything I found.
Ripples on the surface of a game,
The deeper skin is getting hard to name.
Oh I need some closure,
Find some steps to make it over,
Stay awake until I break into a dream.
I strip away the layers, find the soggy core
Is there something left behind the way things seem?
Keeping busy going slow
Neglect, regret, respect the daily flow.
leaves of love left scattered on a street
Organic lumps of heart beneath our feet.
Form a frame to search around
From here appears a famous sound.
People living out the rules
Out of bounds or following the fools.
Holding on to pictures that are moulded to your eyes
I could have told you how to break yourself away
We listen to each other but we’re hearing empty murmers
I just never have a better word to say.
