the catherine wheel
ballad of a running man
For years I avoided caffeine, for years I was clean I was calm and complete then the world fell down Round my ears had a change in my state Bug eyed and awake I was grinding my teeth in my habitat I couldn't stand still I was running back But it was gone Smack, smack, smacking my hands Flap, flapping my hands, lick, licking my wounds Will it help me, rip, rip, ripping my skin Clip, clipping my wings, pick, picking my bones Will it help me? Hip, hip, hip to the beat I can't find my own feet, can't see where I stand Ballad of a running man, jam, jam marathon man For years I was wrapped up in blue On sunny afternoons sunbathed but unmoved On the ground I found me a stooge He was clear out of school with a theory to prove He said he understood so I told him It was just like I'd read in a magazine Said I thought it was weird to be stumbling And that it felt like a race I was running in That's already run Smack, smack, smacking my hands Flap, flapping my hands, lick, licking my wounds Will it help me, rip, rip, ripping my skin Clip, clipping my wings, pick, picking my bones Will it help me? Hip, hip, hip to the beat I can't find my own feet, can't see where I stand Ballad of a running man, jam, jam marathon man