Close My Eyes

Manic Street Preachers · Lipstick Traces [2003]

I close my eyes and then I count to ten

Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed

I'm in control but I am out of time

I lost the need for any desire

Any desire



I had ambition but it slipped away

In holy goodness it is here to stay

It's not about us anymore

It's not about us, 'bout us anymore



I close my eyes and then I count to ten

I open them up and I shut them again

Look at the crowd and then forget my part

Back to memory and then back to the start

Back to the start



Back to some familiar song

Back to reality, back to fuck all

It's not about us anymore

It's not about us, 'bout us anymore



Close my eyes and then I count to ten

Sign some papers and then they are my friends

Attempt to make a bed, my skin aches

Not even massage can make my body straight

My body straight



Count to ten and pretend I'm home

Just a job I get well paid for

It's not about us anymore

It's not about us, 'bout us anymore



I close my eyes

I close my eyes



I close my eyes

I close my eyes