The Spectator

The birds are up when he collapses through the door

Spilling out in constellations on the floor

Soaked in liquor, he's soft as bread

And everything that's left of him to beckon to his bed

He is a nocturnal, always alone

But you'll speak in secret codes that he has never known

In this world, but not of it

So he watches from above it

A visitor here, this is not home

I am the spectator

I can see the world passing by from here

I am just a child to a man

Back to the dust where I began

I was never even here at all

I am the spectator

I am the spectator

His eyes, like two cats, scratching in his head

Begging him for sleep, starving for a bed

But sleep, it never comes, so he ticks the time away

Hour after hour, hear them play their bells go

Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time

Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time

I am the spectator

I can see the world passing by from here

I am just a child to a man

Back to the dust where I began

I was never even here at all

I am the spectator

I am the spectator

I am the spectator

And the bells go

Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time

Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time

Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time

Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time

I am the spectator

I can see the world passing by from here

I am just a child to a man

Back to the dust where I began

I was never even here at all

I am the spectator

I am the spectator

I am the spectator