i feel like i’m pounding on a big door
no one can hear me knocking
i feel like i’m falling flat to the floor
no one can catch me from falling
pre
the hourglass has no more grains of sand
my watch has stopped no more turning hands
the crew have abandoned the ship
the lights are on but no one is in
take it to the throw it overboard
see if it can swim back up to the shore
no one’s in the house everyone is out
all the lights are on and the blinds are down
take it to the throw it overboard
see if it can swim back up to the shore
no one’s in the house everyone is out
all the lights are on and the blinds are down
i feel like i’m calling on a telephone
no one can hear the ringing
i feel like i’m running up a steep hill
no one can stop me from running
pre
the hourglass has no more grains of sand
my watch has stopped no more turning hands
the little hand shakes its fist
the face is hanging out on a spring
take it to the throw it overboard
see if it can swim back up to the shore
no one’s in the house everyone is out
all the lights are on and the blinds are down
take it to the throw it overboard
see if it can swim back up to the shore
no one’s in the house everyone is out
all the lights are on and the blinds are down
take it to the throw it overboard
see if it can swim back up to the shore
no one’s in the house everyone is out
all the lights are on and the blinds are down
take it to the throw it overboard
see if it can swim back up to the shore
no one’s in the house everyone is out
all the lights are on and the blinds are down
saxophone
the hourglass has no more grains of sand
little red grains of sand
my watch has stopped no more turning hands
little green neon hands
take it to the throw it overboard
see if it can swim back up to the shore
no one’s in the house everyone is out
all the lights are on and the blinds are down
take it to the throw it overboard
see if it can swim back up to the shore
no one’s in the house everyone is out
all the lights are on and the blinds are down
feel like i’m calling back to the shore
no one can hear me calling
feel like i’m falling back to the floor
no one can catch me from falling
Artist: Squeeze
Year: 1987
Decade: 80s
Language: en
Word Count: 193