[Verse 1: Tom Watling]
I ignore it
And toss to prevent it from winning
Yet still it will succeed
In suspending unconsciousness
A symphony of droplets
Which I couldn't classify as
The spit of a harlot
[Pre-Chorus: Tom Watling &
Tom Callahan
]
No more thinking tonight
Drying out my sanity in a way that seems intended
'Cause I have done my overtime
Sick of sight, serenity and the way it's implemented
[Chorus: Tom Watling &
Tom Callahan
]
The blue twists and turns to red
With bricks in my head
These bricks in my head
And my conscience has been fed
With bricks in my head
These bricks in my head
[Verse 2: Tom Watling]
I shake my pride and move
Clutch and turn
Exploding with every half movement
Reaching out and stumbling like
A short-sighted old aged wretch
I clamber onto
The switch, pupils
Dilating, flinching back
[Pre-Chorus: Tom Watling &
Tom Callahan
]
[Chorus: Tom Watling &
Tom Callahan
]
[Bridge: Tom Callahan]
Sight is overwhelmed
By all the other senses, so I
Sit, sip and watch
As they all merge back into one
[Chorus: Tom Watling &
Tom Callahan
]
[Chorus: Tom Watling &
Tom Callahan
]
The blue twists and turns to red
With bricks in my head
These bricks in my head
And now my conscience has been fed
With bricks in my head
These bricks in my head
