Awkward dance, fumbling round
Concentrating hard on the sound
Losing ground in a wall
Between your own feet
and the floor
You're swaying to and fro
Unsteady where you go
Rambling, talking, using these
Words like they ever fall from trees
Fills the air, fills air in
You're standing counting
the bubbles in beer
We're flat at fifty -four
It's just you've heard all this before
And you're pulled back in
through the door
They twist and they shake,
they move like a snake,
all different languages to hide in.
We are turning right to Session Road
And when the sun is coming up,
you'll walk home in the street
On the St. Augustine stairs
They're lining up to say their prayers
And there's a pressure in
your ears
Something like a clock,
it ticks and it tocks,
there's no escaping it
There's a beat there when
you're walking,
there's a beat under the train
There's a beat in windscreen wipers
when you're driving through the rain
There's a rhythm in the tides,
a pitter patter falling tears
You'll hear your heart a thumping
with your fingers in your ears you