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
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