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