In an antique shop, We were lost and found, And the grandfather clock won't stop 'til you hit the ground So (?) push By the Park-And-Ride And the street of sunset in the rain again
'Cause we were killing time setting my watch to the pulse outside, Get tired hanging from piano wires on soap repeats Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
And if life's a beach Then the sands are fleeting And when the vultures sing, just breathe in my ear again This is predictable Like my dreams and fears And I'll repeat myself for lack of big ideas
Do you ever get the feeling something's about to ge disasterously wrong? But carry on, just walk along If all looks well, then nothing's wrong Oh-oh, oh oh oh
And we were killing time setting my watch to the pulse outside, Get tired hanging from piano wires on soap repeats Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
These are hollow words, In a hollow space, On a wasted day that will only start again