False Alarm

I'm trying to put this thing to bed

I drugged it in it's sleep

There isn't many memories I'm comfortable to keep

This ball keeps rolling on

It's heading for the street

Keep expecting you to send for me

Tte invitation never comes



Each time I turn around

There's nothing there at all

So tell me why I feel like

I'm up against a wall



But maybe it's a false alarm

And every answer sounds the same

Just colours bleeding into one that hasn't got a name

Maybe I can't see

Maybe it's just me



Another curtains coming up

The audience is still

I'm struggling to cater for

The space I'm meant to fill

And distance doesn't care

No distance doesn't care



Each time I turn around

There's nothing there at all

So tell me why I feel like

I'm up against a wall



But maybe it's a false alarm

And every answer sounds the same

Just colours bleeding into one that hasn't got a name

Maybe I can't see

Maybe it's just me



I'm trying to put this thing to bed

I drugged it in it's sleep

Remember what you said.

Are you comfortable to keep it?

Keep it?