[Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson]
I'm sitting in the concrete
I'm listening for a heartbeat
I'm sitting in
the painting
I promised I'd be waiting
I'm sitting in the window
I'm listening to the wind blow
I'm sitting in an hour
glass
I'm waiting for the march past
I'm sitting in the doorway
I'm wishing for a new day
I'm choking in the
landscape
I'm cutting through the red tape
I'm sitting in the concrete
I'm listening for a heartbeat
And the joke has
crossed the line
And the final word is mine
And the mist has touched the wood
And the words are understood
And the sand has
drifted high
And the blind man gave a cry
And the swallows dance above the sun
And the swallows dance above the
sun
Yeah
I'm sitting on the ceiling
I had to know the feeling
I'm sitting in the shelter
I'm going down helter
skelter
I'm sitting in the concrete
I'm listening for a heartbeat
Every time I turn around
There's another face watching
me
Every time I turn around
There's another voice calling me
Every time I turn around
There's another fool reading me
Every
time I turn around
There's another silence drowning me