I’ve lost my way now I’m stumbling
through the rain along that riverside track
thinking ‘bout all the things I should have done
and thinking ‘bout all the things that I can’t have back
I was born in the year of the scapegoat
I grew up between a forest and a sea
and the waves and the trees they kept all my dreams
and all I wanted to have and all I wanted to be
I can’t do what I’m supposed to be doing
I don’t know what I’m supposed to know
everything I’ve accomplished seems to intangible
does it still count if I’ve got nothing to show?
so tell me again how you’ll be there
how all I need to do is give you a call
‘cause a promise that’s made in the light of the day
at four in the morning means nothing at all

so what do you do in the middle of the night?
where do you go when everything is closed
and who do you turn to when no one is about
and it starts to look like there’s only one way out

do you see sadness or the depth of a person?
the golden locks or the hair in the drain?
is the mask worth wearing to keep people caring?
would I still be interesting if it weren’t for the pain?
And what if I did things differently
do you really think it’d be that strange?
Just grab the bull by the horns and sweep up the mess
what if I could, what if I did, what if I wanted to change?
but misery is character-building
anxiety is the spice of life
so pick a job, pick a future, pick a house, pick a car
pick your medication, pick your husband or wife
‘cause asking questions is like falling off logs but
getting answers is like pulling a tooth
and if you don’t want to lie then don’t ever talk
just say you’re fine ’cause it’s easier than telling the truth

so what do you do in the middle of the night?
where do you go when everything is closed
and who do you turn to when no one is about
and it starts to look like there’s only one way out

poisonous or physically harmful
there are ways to make yourself feel good
you can stop anytime if you started again
I know you can but it doesn’t always mean that you should
and then sometimes it feels like you’re better
but you’ve just been played for a fool
so how could you ever trust anybody else
when your own brain can be so cruel
when you’re surrounded by all your own failings
and the times you didn’t but may you as well have
what’s one small step for anybody else
is one giant leap when you’ve got it this bad
so ask me again what the deal is
and let’s see how deep a hole I can dig
I can’t just talk my way through it or talk my way round it
nor over, nor under it’s so impossibly big

so what do you do in the middle of the night?
where do you go when everything is closed
and who do you turn to when no one is about
and it starts to look like there’s only one way out
and where do you go in the middle of the night?
what do you do when everything is closed
don’t throw it to me, I’ll only drop the ball
I got no advice for anyone at all
and what do you do in the middle of the night?
where do you go when everything is closed
and who do you turn to when no one is about
and it starts to look like there’s only one way out

balloons and cicadas and beetles
Everyone so full of goodness and cheer
I choke on the brambles while the ants clean up the candles
that’s when you realise there’s nothing left for you here