The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino Don't mind the crowds Search for the spaces Turn around time goes on (Turn around time's gone) A day to day basis (Take ten paces) Been up ahead Can't made head or tail of it I drink till I'm drunk And I smoke till I'm senseless
See you black and white Feel in slow motion I drown myself in sorrow Until I wake up tomorrow The illusion of confusion is not from where I am sat Different recycles resemble me Different levels of the devils company.
They lead us outside, take us out quietly To the cage through the bars You see scars: results of my rage The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping whino The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping whino The mind's a crowd, search for the the spaces And turn around time's gone, I take ten paces. Been up ahead - can't make head or tale of it I drink till I'm drunk, and I smoke till I'm senseless. You see in black and white, feel in slow motion, I drown myself in sorrow, until I wake up tomorrow (The illusion of, until I wake up) ____________________________________________ Songwriters: Adrian Nicholas Matthews Thaws / Martina Topley-Bird / Howard Simon Bernstein