Lyrics

While I lie tonight, wide awake In a dream about that happy day When these four walls show me more Than my name and age And there's a knock on every door And every door is always opening For a bright youth, an opening All that I was and all that I said Went from a spring to a restless sea Inside your resting head When I'm old and mad as King George When memories have all but decimated All the colonies of my thoughts I will wear a black bin bag And for my shoes, the leaves of ten-year-old news I'm on the tube becoming online phenomena An overnight phenomenon I'm wasteland drunk and my phone just died I've got a sickly premonition I'll get stuck in an 80s sitcom Called High Life, no High Time The ashtrays are full and 'there's one dance left!' calls the mime Who's this poet-prophet-priestess Playing the part of a phoney-artist-stuck-out-of-time? I distract myself, unwind I do less, distract myself, unwind Take a second guess, distract myself, unwind Distract yourself