I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I've drugged it in its sleep
There isn't many memories
I'm comfortable to keepThis ball keeps rolling on
It's heading for the streets
Keep expecting you to send for me
The invitation never comesEach time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wallBut maybe it's a false alarm
And every answer sounds the same
Just colors bleeding into one
It hasn't got a nameMaybe I can't see
Maybe it's just meAnd now the curtain's coming up
The audience is still
I'm struggling to cater for
The space I'm meant to fillAnd distance doesn't care
No distance doesn't careEach time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wallBut maybe it's a false alarm
And every answer sounds the same
Just colors bleeding into one
It hasn't got a nameMaybe I can't see
Maybe it's just meI'm trying to put this thing to bed
I drugged it in its sleep
Remember what you said
Are you comfortable to keep it? Keep it