My chance has been thrown aloft
It\'s impossible to digest
Once I lived like a sire with no cares
Now I\'m tangled up in a cobweb of regrets
Pulling myself like a magnet
I\'ve went and befriended isolation
Appreciate the silence
Woolgathering on a fluffy cloud in dreamland
I\'ve reloaded the gun
I\'m deft in sticky situations
Your neighbour
Whenever you call
I\'m there, hurried up the stairs
Ate nothing for dinner
With pangs in the liver
I wish it was over
Wish gold was in clover
Wish the times would transfigure
I am pukka, a cherry picker
Antenna receiving television signals
The truth is 3D and baseless
A gate I entered
On a wild goose chase
Through the graveyard
I heard the austere winds caterwaul
The bond has been broken
From a dangerous height
I\'m clapped out, inside out
Prisoner in my house
It feels like I\'m in an insane asylum
Safe in my bolt-hole
Hopeful for tomorrow.