I'm trying to put this thing to bed 
I've [bad word] it in its sleep 
There isn't many memories  [bad word] to keep 

This ball keeps rolling on 
It's heading for the streets 
Keep expecting you to send for me 
The invitation [bad word] 

Each time I turn around 
There's nothing there at all 
So tell me why I feel like 
I'm up against a wall 

But maybe it's a flase alarm 
And all the answers sound the same 
Just colours bleeding into one 
That doesn't have a name 
Maybe I can't see 
Maybe it's just me 

Now the [bad word] up 
The audience is still 
I'm [bad word] to cater for 
The space I'm meant to fill 

And distance doesn't care 

Each time I turn around 
There's nothing there at all 
So tell me why I feel like 
I'm up against a wall 

But maybe it's a flase alarm 
And all the answers sound the same 
Just colours bleeding into one 
That doesn't have a name 
Maybe I can't see 
Maybe it's just me 

I'm trying to put this thing to bed 
I [bad word] it in its sleep 
Remember what you said 
Are [bad word] to keep it?