Lyrics I've Got Knives In My Eyes I'm Going Home Sick - Meet Me In St. Louis

I've Got Knives In My Eyes I'm Going Home Sick

The screen, it’s talking in chorus
At least it’s being honest
There must be something
Something
To get my teeth into
To get my teeth into
Are you getting this?
Are you getting this?
Ages ago I saw you
Aches and pains
Play on words
I’ll just keep on reading
Invested interest
The static and the flicker
Shows me words and pictures
Am I delusional?
Is 20 hours walking distance?
The spirograph clearly shows
You’re rehabilitated now
Not a word
Not a word
Walking distance
It’s walking distance
It’s walking distance
I’m there
It’s only 20 hours away
You told me something had to change
If only I could keep myself away
A broken process
I’ll make an effort
You’ll paint a picture
A work in progress
Not a word, not a word, not a word
Every time you disappear
Every time you disappear
She has a confession
She wants to get better
So I’ll make a token effort
As we get closer
The room gets smaller
And that’s all she wants
Progress