Awkward dance, fumbling round
Concentrating hard on the sound
You're swaying to and fro
Rambling, talking, using these
Words like they ever fall from trees
Fills the air, fills air in
We're flat at fifty -four
It's just you've heard all this before
And you're pulled back in
They twist and they shake,
all different languages to hide in.
We are turning right to Session Road
And when the sun is coming up,
you'll walk home in the street
On the St. Augustine stairs
They're lining up to say their prayers
And there's a pressure in
There's a beat there when
there's a beat under the train
There's a beat in windscreen wipers
when you're driving through the rain
There's a rhythm in the tides,
a pitter patter falling tears
You'll hear your heart a thumping
with your fingers in your ears you