Texty: David Gray. Draw The Line. Breathe.

Wink, wink and the moments gone
Wink, wink and the moments gone
Wink, wink and the moments gone
Wink, wink and the moments gone

And then the doorbell rings
Somebody asks you could
You spare a little time
To feel the weight that's mine

To lower down your guard
Yeah, that your heart gets snagged
Caught in the wheels and dust dragged
Dangled o'er the edge, breathe

You feel you're in too deep
So offer up some crumb
And drop it in the tin
Then slither back within

Your crenelated wealth
Your educated self
Your family your rude health

And all the joy it brings
Aren't we forgetting something?
Feet out on the ledge, feet on the ledge
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, hey

Then in the heat of noon
It finds you like some dog
Got parked up in a field
Hermetically sealed

And scratching at the windshield
And howling at the glass
At anyone might walk past

Were you not aware?
Were you not aware?
Were you not aware?
Breathe, the sea of broken lives

Mechanics doctors housewives
Feet out on the ledge
Feet out on the ledge
Feet out on the ledge
Breathe, breathe