In an antique shop,
We were lost and found,
And the grandfather clock won't stop 'til you hit the ground
So push
By the Park-And-Ride
of sunset in the rain again
'Cause we were killing time setting my watch to the pulse outside,
Get tired hanging from piano wires on soap repeats
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
And if life's a beach
Then the sands are fleeting
And when the vultures sing, just breathe in my ear again
This is predictable
Like my dreams and fears
And I'll repeat myself for lack of big ideas
Do you ever get the feeling something's about to ge disasterously wrong?
But carry on, just walk along
If all looks well, then nothing's wrong
Oh-oh, oh oh oh
And we were killing time setting my watch to the pulse outside,
Get tired hanging from piano wires on soap repeats
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
These are hollow words,
In a hollow space,
On a wasted day that will only start again