Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away And now there's nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away And all the voices ricochet – our conversation disappears In recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just Words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and The water runs red – you're a Stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead Voices ricochet – you can picture a big ‘thirteen', try to extinguish me Relinquish me from the damage It's only mortality… It's the echoes of carnage Now the view is all tarnished – the rest is just wreckage The sky's a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight And the pain still visible in light and sound and sight Dismiss the sky – voices ricochet Grip is precarious There's various ways the path of truth can bury us Too many variables, too much chit-chat Too much of this and that Too much zig-zag, yin yang, yak yak I'm all right, Jack, pull up the plank, I'm aboard Fall on your sword – a humming repetitive Feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay Don't worry, it'll fade away Voices ricochet – our conversation disappears In recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just Words in the distance, like birds inside my head And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb To the background of a cynical ‘who' and ‘what' and ‘why' And ‘why not?' ‘Scuse me while I dismiss the sky Voices ricochet – dismiss the sky
Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away And now there's nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away And all the voices ricochet – our conversation disappears In recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just Words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and The water runs red – you're a Stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead Voices ricochet – you can picture a big ‘thirteen', try to extinguish me Relinquish me from the damage It's only mortality… It's the echoes of carnage Now the view is all tarnished – the rest is just wreckage The sky's a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight And the pain still visible in light and sound and sight Dismiss the sky – voices ricochet Grip is precarious There's various ways the path of truth can bury us Too many variables, too much chit-chat Too much of this and that Too much zig-zag, yin yang, yak yak I'm all right, Jack, pull up the plank, I'm aboard Fall on your sword – a humming repetitive Feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay Don't worry, it'll fade away Voices ricochet – our conversation disappears In recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just Words in the distance, like birds inside my head And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb To the background of a cynical ‘who' and ‘what' and ‘why' And ‘why not?' ‘Scuse me while I dismiss the sky Voices ricochet – dismiss the sky
