I've Got Knives In My Eyes I'm Going Home Sick - Meet Me In St. Louis

The screen, it’s talking in chorus

At least it’s being honest

There must be something

Something

To get my teeth into

To get my teeth into

Are you getting this?

Are you getting this?

Ages ago I saw you

Aches and pains

Play on words

I’ll just keep on reading

Invested interest

The static and the flicker

Shows me words and pictures

Am I delusional?

Is 20 hours walking distance?

The spirograph clearly shows

You’re rehabilitated now

Not a word

Not a word

Walking distance

It’s walking distance

It’s walking distance

I’m there

It’s only 20 hours away

You told me something had to change

If only I could keep myself away

A broken process

I’ll make an effort

You’ll paint a picture

A work in progress

Not a word, not a word, not a word

Every time you disappear

Every time you disappear

She has a confession

She wants to get better

So I’ll make a token effort

As we get closer

The room gets smaller

And that’s all she wants

Progress