[00:13.55]I'm trying to put this thing to bed
[00:18.21]I've drugged it in its sleep
[00:21.94]There isn't many memories
[00:25.92]I'm comfortable to keep
[00:28.11]
[00:29.63]This ball keeps rolling on
[00:33.26]It's heading for the streets
[00:36.93]Keep expecting you to send for me
[00:41.39]The invitation never comes
[00:45.06]
[00:56.65]Each time I turn around
[00:59.88]There's nothing there at all
[01:03.62]So tell me why I feel like
[01:07.61]I'm up against a wall
[01:10.62]
[01:11.55]But maybe it's a flase alarm
[01:15.21]And all the answers sound the same
[01:18.94]Just colours bleeding into one
[01:22.85]That hasn't have a name
[01:26.41]Maybe I can't see
[01:30.17]Maybe it's just me
[01:36.08]
[01:44.65]Now the curtain's coming up
[01:49.00]The audience is still
[01:52.75]I'm struggling to cater for
[01:56.85]The space I'm meant to fill
[01:59.51]
[02:00.49]And distance doesn't care
[02:03.21]
[02:19.40]Each time I turn around
[02:23.06]There's nothing there at all
[02:26.84]So tell me why I feel like
[02:30.66]I'm up against a wall
[02:33.19]
[02:34.41]But maybe it's a flase alarm
[02:38.22]And all the answers sound the same
[02:42.08]Just colours bleeding into one
[02:45.84]That doesn't have a name
[02:49.63]Maybe I can't see
[02:53.08]Maybe it's just me
[02:56.98]
[03:07.70]I'm trying to put this thing to bed
[03:11.70]I drugged it in its sleep
[03:15.43]Remember what you said
[03:19.35]Are you comfortable to keep it?

I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I've drugged it in its sleep
There isn't many memories
I'm comfortable to keep
This ball keeps rolling on
It's heading for the streets
Keep expecting you to send for me
The invitation never comes
Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall
But maybe it's a flase alarm
And all the answers sound the same
Just colours bleeding into one
That hasn't have a name
Maybe I can't see
Maybe it's just me
Now the curtain's coming up
The audience is still
I'm struggling to cater for
The space I'm meant to fill
And distance doesn't care
Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall
But maybe it's a flase alarm
And all the answers sound the same
Just colours bleeding into one
That doesn't have a name
Maybe I can't see
Maybe it's just me
I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I drugged it in its sleep
Remember what you said
Are you comfortable to keep it?