Songtext von The Spectator

The birds are up when he collapses through the door Spilling out in constellations on the floor Soaked in liquor he's soft as bread ... And everything that's left of him to beckon to his bed He is a nocturnal always alone But you'll speak in secret codes That he has never known In this world, but not of it So he watches from above it A visitor here, this is not home Chorus I am the spectator I can see the world passing by from here I am just a child, to a man Back to the dust where i began I was never even here at all I am the spectator I am the spectator His eyes, like two cats, scratching in his head Begging him for sleep, starving for a bed But sleep, it never comes so he ticks the time away Hour after hour, hear them play their bells go Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time (x2) Chorus I am the spectator I can see the world passing by from here I am just a child, to a man Back to the dust where i began I was never even here at all I am the spectator I am the spectator I am the spectator And the bells go Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time (x3) Chorus I am the spectator I can see the world passing by from here I am just a child, to a man Back to the dust where i began I was never even here at all I am the spectator I am the spectator I am the spectator