Ricochet

	Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away
	And now there's nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away
	And all the voices ricochet – our conversation disappears
	In recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just
	Words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and
	The water runs red – you're a
	Stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead
	Voices ricochet – you can picture a big ‘thirteen', try to extinguish me
	Relinquish me from the damage
	It's only mortality…
	It's the echoes of carnage
	Now the view is all tarnished – the rest is just wreckage
	The sky's a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight
	And the pain still visible in light and sound and sight
	Dismiss the sky – voices ricochet
	Grip is precarious
	There's various ways the path of truth can bury us
	Too many variables, too much chit-chat
	Too much of this and that
	Too much zig-zag, yin yang, yak yak
	I'm all right, Jack, pull up the plank, I'm aboard
	Fall on your sword – a humming repetitive
	Feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay
	Don't worry, it'll fade away
	Voices ricochet – our conversation disappears
	In recrimination – voices ricochet – they're just
	Words in the distance, like birds inside my head
	And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb
	To the background of a cynical ‘who' and ‘what' and ‘why'
	And ‘why not?' ‘Scuse me while I dismiss the sky
	Voices ricochet – dismiss the sky

	Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away
	And now there' s nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away
	And all the voices ricochet our conversation disappears
	In recrimination voices ricochet they' re just
	Words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and
	The water runs red you' re a
	Stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead
	Voices ricochet you can picture a big ' thirteen', try to extinguish me
	Relinquish me from the damage
	It' s only mortality
	It' s the echoes of carnage
	Now the view is all tarnished the rest is just wreckage
	The sky' s a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight
	And the pain still visible in light and sound and sight
	Dismiss the sky voices ricochet
	Grip is precarious
	There' s various ways the path of truth can bury us
	Too many variables, too much chitchat
	Too much of this and that
	Too much zigzag, yin yang, yak yak
	I' m all right, Jack, pull up the plank, I' m aboard
	Fall on your sword a humming repetitive
	Feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay
	Don' t worry, it' ll fade away
	Voices ricochet our conversation disappears
	In recrimination voices ricochet they' re just
	Words in the distance, like birds inside my head
	And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb
	To the background of a cynical ' who' and ' what' and ' why'
	And ' why not?' ' Scuse me while I dismiss the sky
	Voices ricochet dismiss the sky