The Eraser
Album - 5 luglio 2006 - Debaser id 335864

Please excuse me but I've got to ask
Are you only being nice
Because you want something
My fairytale arab princess
Be careful how you respond
Cause you might end up in this song
I never gave you an encouragement
And it's doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in

The more you try to erase me
The more, the more
The more that I appear
Oh, the more, the more
The more you try the eraser
The more, the more
The more that you appear

You know the answer
So why do you ask?
I am only being nice
Because I want someone, something
You're like a kitten with a ball of wool
And it is doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in

The more you try to erase me
The more, the more
The more that I appear
Oh, the more, the more
The more I try to erase you
The more, the more
The more that you appear

No you're wrong!
You're wrong!
You're wrong!
You're wrong!
You're wrong!
You're wrong!
You're wrong!

A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
In rolling reams across the screen
In algebra, in algebra

In fences that you cannot climb
In sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for

It gets you down
It gets you down

There's no spark
No light in the dark

It gets you down
It gets you down
You've traveled far
What have you found?
That there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
To think things through
To make sense

It gets you down
It gets you down
You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part

By candles in the city
You never looked so pretty
By power cuts and blackouts
Sleeping like babies

It gets you down
It gets you down
You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part

You're playing a part
Playing part
Well there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
analyse
analyse

Time is running out for us
But you just move the hands upon the clock
You throw coins in the wishing well
Wake up
You just move your hands upon the clock

It comes to you begging you to stop
Wake up
But you just move your hands upon the clock
Throw coins in the wishing well
For us
You make believe that you are still in charge

What will grow crooked, you can't make straight
It's the price that you've gotta pay
Do yourself a favor and pack your bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train

Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bitumen
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening

And that is fucked up, fucked up
Well, this is fucked up, fucked up
This is your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not

You cannot kick-start a dead horse
You just cross yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
Cause I'm right here and I'm today
With your fingers you can touch me

I am your black swan, black swan
(but I made it to the top, but I made it to the top)
And this is fucked up, fucked up

We are black swans, black swans
(but I made it to the top, but I made it to the top)
And for spare parts, we're broken up

You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up

We are black swans, black swans
And for spare parts, we're broken up

I'm in a skip divided, malfunction
I flap around and dive bomb
Frantically around your light
Enveloped in a sad distraction
I've got your voice repeating endlessly
Could you guide me in
Could you smother me

I swoop around your head
But I never hit
I'm blinded by your daylight
Electric veins passed through me
I thought there was a big connection
I only got my name, I only got this situation
I just need a number and location

Without appropriate papers or permissions
I'm known to bite tight situations
And as I head into your french windows
I thought there was this big connection
I only got my name, I only got my situation
I just need my number and location

The wall keeps telling me
Hey Hey, Hey Hey
Hey Hey, The devil may
Hey Hey, Hey Hey, Hey Hey

You are a fool, you are a fool
For sticking round, for sticking round

Yeah, you are a fool, you are a fool
For sticking round, for sticking round

I've done every trick in the book
I tried to look in you
Every trick in the book
Well, how come i look?

No one can undress dress your elliptical caress
Don't look into my eyes cause you're desperately in love, in love, in love

Oh, when you walk in the room everything disappears
When you walk in the room it's a terrible mess
When you walk in the room I start to melt
When you walk in the room I follow you round
Like a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a lapdog
I'm your lapdog, yeah

I just got a number and location
I just need my number and location

And it rained all night and washed the filth away
Down New York airconditioned drains
Oh, the click click clack of the heavy black trains
A million engines in neutral

Oh, the tick tock tick of a ticking timebomb
Fifty feet of concrete underground
One little leak becomes a lake
Says the tiny voice in my earpiece
So I give in to the rhythm
The click click clack
I'm too wasted to fight back
Tick tock goes the pendulum on the old grandfather clock

I, I can see you
But I can never reach you

And it rained all night and then all day
The drops were the size of your hands and face
The worms come out to see what's up
We pull the cars up from the river

It's relentless
Invisible
Indefatigable
Indisputable
Undeniable

So how come it looks so beautiful?
How come the moon falls from the sky?

Can see you
But I can never reach you

I can see you
But I can never reach you

Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
When you've become
Inconvenient
Up on Harrowdown hill
Near where you used to go to school
That's where I, that's where I'm lying down
Did I fall or was I pushed?
Did I fall or was I pushed?
Then where's the blood?
Then where's the blood?

But I'm coming home, I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it

So don't ask me ask the ministry
So don't ask me ask the ministry

We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
Oh you can't count
We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
Oh you can't count

Can you see me when I'm running
Can you see me when I'm running
Away from them
Away from them
I can't take the pressure
No one cares if you live or die
They just want me gone
They want me gone

But I'm coming home, I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us so you can't
There are too many of us so you can't count!

It was me written to the background Harrowdown Hill
It was me written to the background Harrowdown Hill
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me

Try to save but it doesn't come off the rug
Try to build a wall that is high enough
It's all boiling over, all boiling over
Try to save your house
Try to save your songs
Try to run but it follows you up the hill
It's all boiling over, all boiling over
Your loved ones
Your loved ones

A normal conversation
A normal conversation
You should have took me out when you had a chance
You should have took me out when you had a chance
All the rooms renumbered and losers turned away
Don't turn away
Don't turn away
(There were ten in the bed and the little one said roll over
There were ten in the bed and the little one said roll over)