CHRIS TAVENER lyrics : "Cramped Conditions"
And I asked him the question
You could see from his eyes
He was sipping my suggestion
Went to light the candle wick
As I leand against the wall
A single push, was all it took
My mind went into free fall
You can gamble with control
Falling down the rabbit hole
While fighting off confusion
Through optical illusion
So in touch with something new
Felt the absence coming through
The walls were doing back flips
The floor began to unzip
I ripped my taste, in every place
I rearranged my sight
A passing stray, danced away
And in the cradle of the night
I grazed the sky, up diamond high
I gave Lucy quite a fright
We both stopped to catch our breath
Somewhere between life and death
Out by the castanet club
Three streets from the nearest pub
A man neither here nor there
Fixed me with a cross-eyed stare
While balanced on a tent peg
With three feet and just one leg
I'd skipped a stone, pulled back the bone
Felt my heart beat melting faster
I pulled my gaze, from purple haze
Half a second from disaster
I dived nosed first, into a hearse
And Jill came tumbling after
I promise you we'll say
When we've all had enough
The world's not upside down
It's just not the right way up
Now the dark is closing
I swear we'll know if we're dead
It's always cramped conditions
When you're living in your head
Choking on the thick hot smoke
Reliving every nightmare
I'm a shell of a man and my soul's been stripped bare
My brain's boiling water
Almost thrashing out my skull
A single push, was all it too
I'm in the cyclone's pull
Got into the things of swing
I had a step in my spring
Near the tooth edge of the join
In the recess of a coin
A girl of false pretense
Went and broke down my defenses
She had a glint in her thigh
And a splint in her eye
Off the scale and off the rails
Buried sense and dug up Hyde
Before I knew what we'd come to
Bought the ticket, took the ride
Without shelter, helter skelter
I was flying off the slide
I promise you we'll say
When we've all had enough
The world's not upside down
It's just not the right way up
Now the dark is closing
I swear we'll know if we're dead
It's always cramped conditions
When you're living in your head
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