Take the time to count the cracks and lines in the four walls The cell that follows you wherever you go And the black swans Now the only chance is here and the motorway looks clear The cells are ticking and the spine is ready to kick in All wrapped up and tied up little demons sing us what we don't know With the industry in place we can hold out for a while
It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all
They're covered in feathers and they look so good in the sunlight It's only the sawdust trickling from their sleeves that you'll notice With the industry in place we can look the other way
It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all
It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all
It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all