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 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
dismiss the sky – voices ricochet dismiss the sky – voices ricochet