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