| Pulling through | |
| [00:10.71] | Living on anaesthetic |
| [00:12.96] | No one seems to get it |
| [00:16.20] | You're numb to the sensation |
| [00:20.40] | Living on anaesthetic |
| [00:22.55] | Not the way you've chose to have it |
| [00:25.79] | It's to cold to care |
| [00:28.39] | It's only fair |
| [00:38.78] | Waiting for a rendezvous |
| [00:42.28] | It's getting heavier the longer you are waiting for her pulling through |
| [00:47.00] | There's a smell, like it died in the gutter and it's getting you |
| [00:51.91] | You're tied to your stay away mother coz there's no one else |
| [00:57.46] | You're at your wits end |
| [01:07.61] | Losing feeling in your finger-tips |
| [01:11.26] | And now you're wondering if anyone is showing |
| [01:13.43] | And you're losing it |
| [01:16.47] | All you ask is for anyone to care |
| [01:18.72] | The sun it sets |
| [01:21.27] | And now you're walking and the cars flirt with you |
| [01:23.37] | Direct your stare |
| [01:26.92] | You're at your wit's end |
| [01:33.00] | Living on anaesthetic |
| [01:36.20] | No one seems to get it |
| [01:38.31] | It's too much to take and now |
| [01:40.10] | You're numb to the sensation |
| [01:43.59] | Living on anaesthetic |
| [01:45.54] | Not the way you've chose to have it |
| [01:48.99] | It's to cold to care |
| [01:51.69] | It's only fair |
| [02:01.73] | Swum right out your depths |
| [02:05.18] | Now you drown and you go down feeling |
| [02:07.18] | Second hand regret |
| [02:09.88] | Consequence and self defence |
| [02:11.87] | Retrace your steps |
| [02:14.87] | You'll find where it all went wrong |
| [02:16.82] | Have someone to blame |
| [02:18.21] | You hope it's a name |
| [02:19.41] | You already know |
| [02:20.72] | You're at your wits end |
| [02:27.89] | Living on anaesthetic |
| [02:30.10] | No one seems to get it |
| [02:32.24] | It's too much to take and now |
| [02:34.05] | You're numb to the sensation |
| [02:37.54] | Living on anaesthetic |
| [02:39.43] | Not the way you've chose to have it |
| [02:42.93] | It's to cold to care |
| [02:45.42] | It's only fair |
| [02:57.22] | It's only fair |
| [02:58.94] | Sick of all the stares |
| [03:01.62] | Wait until your dead |
| [03:03.63] | Til they pretend to care |
| [03:06.89] | It's only fair |
| [03:08.89] | Wait until you own the air |
| [03:16.53] | When you're alone |
| [03:18.18] | The ceiling is gone |
| [03:20.68] | Chilled right to the bone |
| [03:23.18] | Lost without a home |
| [03:26.13] | When you're alone |
| [03:28.08] | You feel you are known |
| [03:30.58] | Maybe you will mend |
| [03:32.87] | You're at your wits end |
| [03:36.32] | Living on anaesthetic |
| [03:38.46] | No one seems to get it |
| [03:40.67] | It's too much to take and now |
| [03:42.36] | You're numb to the sensation |
| [03:45.76] | Living on anaesthetic |
| [03:47.95] | Not the way you've chose to have it |
| [03:51.51] | It's to cold to care |
| [03:53.70] | It's only fair |