It's in the air it's in the loop that makes it all work hunky-dory.
The sun is what I need, have it beaming down keepin me warm and cosy
throughout the day. Cos this fullness is dragging on and I'm so
tired and bored of this recurring. It's slowin me, put a knot in the loop.
Get up onto the roof and look upon this place. Feel untouchable.
Cos there is noone here but me in this little place i call
the ruins of the rich and of the burnt out pointless life wasters. This ditch
I lie in I don't mind just chillin here waitin to laugh it off behind.
All it takes is some comedy and I find again what is behind is far behind.
Yet then again I'm pretty sure I left mistakes lyin all over this damn floor.
All it takes is some time away in my own little world and how I come out is
unknown.
Surprising me every time but I'm certain I'm just further diggin this hole.
But I'm finding it hard to climb out. I think it's a bit too late.
I hate to think it but I feel it, foresee what I call fate.
Wish I could force my dreams, maybe that's what I desire means.
But fuck it I don't mind just chillin here waitin to laugh it off behind.
Sometimes I'm so pissed off from the scars I've cut inside my mind.
Why am I fading now I've figured out my own mind.
Not quite what you wanna hear but it's true fear.
Just need to cut it out stop spinnin round a roundabout.
