The train came in sideways 
 The plane fell down 
 Jerk awake from the wreckage in the hotel lounge 
 Pat out the fires and call the waiter for a cancerous cheque 
 little sweet malignancy to sour my breath 
 I've started laying off my minerals one by one 
 My particles are packing up their confessions 
 Because we’re far too long dying 
 Far too long spent 
 In doomed negotiations with the firmament 

 Is this it? Are we just ... ? 

 But there’s no shivers in livers 
 No groans in bones 
 No shock wave windows beautifying our homes 
 There’s no gunshots 
 No enemies 
 Bomb-shelter ends 
 I’ll sit flicking through my iPhone 'til I choke on my friends 
 I’ll [bad word] every single freckle 
 I’ll bless you to bloom 
 Help yourself to my lymphocytes and memories too 
 I hope no maker’s waiting glancing at the clock in his seat 
 Cos' 
 I’m sick of queuing up and kicking my feet 

 Sucking in fibre 
 Blowing out [bad word] 

 So suffer little children 
 See if I care 
 Suck a Samaritans' receiver if you don’t think it’s fair 
 There was a God in a moral but the chrysalis split 
 And the towns filled up with nothing 
 Now we’re drowning in it 
 The flapping mouths like meatuses promising seed 
 To reincarnate me to whoever I please 
 If I only look snappy and thumb out the notes 
 I’d rather place bets with my sweetheart over who will turn first 
 To a ghost 

 Sucking in fibre 
 Blowing out [bad word] 

 The train came in sideways 
 The plane fell down 
 Jerk awake from the wreckage in the hotel lounge 
 Pat out the fires and call the waiter for a cancerous cheque 
 little sweet malignancy to sour my breath 
 I've started laying off my minerals one by one 
 My particles are packing up their confessions 
 Because we're far too long driving 
 The nails through our wrists 
 Is that all there is? 
 Is that it? Is that it? 

 Are we just sucking in fibre 
 Blowing out [bad word]  
 Is that all there is? 
 Is that it? Is that it? 
 Is that it?