This is the writing on the wall

Inside the cage that gets you out

This is the scratching and the sweat

Between the sheets that makes you shout

Here they come again

Those million voices looking to get out

They're all in all so very small

Those giant teeth that eye you

Fought to fight it

You fought to fight



Miles away from here

Where the air in my head gets clear

You're a nail on the tip of my tongue

Fought to fight it just to run



This is the office down the hall

That writes the cheques that gets the house

And better half that's made of glass

That's skipping stones and cleans you out

They're all in all so very small

You fought to fight them didn't you?



Miles away from here

Where the air in my head gets clear

You're a nail in the tip of my tongue

Fought to fight it

Miles away from here