PULLING THE NAILS

I'm sat on the the stairs with a handful of nails
Blisters where the rings go and blood on the back of my
Hand - how did I do that? I didn't
Notice, I didn't Notice
One week ago I was telling you all about the
Gaps, what I see in them, and why I don't plan to look
Harder, sensible really, 'bout time I
Faced this, 'bout time I faced this

Pulling the nails out, I drop them like bullets. They
Hit the tin tray like I'm some kind of surgeon who's
Pulling the nails out of something that's already
Died, already died...

Funny how things stick, funny how the mind
Puts it all away where you'll never find it
Funny how things stick funny how the mind
Puts it all away, puts it all away

I see round the corners, I see underneath, where the
Gaps cling together like hundred-year glue this is
How it is, where it is, something to blame for what's
Missing, I'll tell you what's missing
Meanwhile I'm the other way, the centre's nailed down it's the
Edges that drift but they're mine to be gifted and
That's what I think, this may even make sense, if you're
Listening - are you listening?

Pulling the nails out, I drop them like bullets. They
Hit the tin tray like I'm some kind of surgeon who's
Pulling the nails out of something that's already
Died, already died...

Funny how things stick, funny how the mind
Puts it all away where you'll never find it
Funny how things stick funny how the mind
Puts it all away, puts it all away

I'm sat on the the stairs with a handful of nails
Blisters where the rings go and blood on the back of my
Hand - how did I do that? I didn't
Notice, I didn't notice, I didn't notice...