Constant Z & The Beamish Boys
Candles fill the darkness
Lighting up the air around us
Don't know why but we were laughing
Guess there's no point left in asking
Still at odds and ends we'll talk about mundane events
And now this floor's caving in
Words we say just say just wear thin
In my head my heart is pounding
But the drums don't make a sound until the end
Let's slow this down and linger on
Not sure what's happening we're
Relapsing back and its contagious
Say I should make a difference
But I'm still trying keep my head up
They say we've strayed off from the road
Observing shapes with no forms
Pacing circles round the room
With new distractions to pursue
Thoughts that come to pass
Laid on a floor made out of glass
They'll say that we should have known
So tell me now what shall I do
Not sure what's happening we're relapsing back and its contagious
Say I should make a difference
But I'm still trying keep my head up
And we're so damn stuck watching the ceiling
We're lying on the ground
While you were waiting in the lounge
They're saying words are just excuses
But we've been troubled and confused watching the ceiling