I'm tryin to put this thing to bed
I've drugged it in its sleep
There isn't many memories
Im comfortable to keep
This ball keeps rolling on
It's heading for the streets
Keep expectiong 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 wal
But maybe it's a fale 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
Now the curtains coming down
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 trun around
Maybe it's a fale alarm
I'm trying to put this thing to bed
Idrugged it in its sleep
Remember what you said
Are yuo comfortable to keep it?
