Anaesthetic - Thomston

Living on anaesthetic

No one seems to get it

Numb to the sensation

Living on anaesthetic

Not the way you chose to have it

It’s too cold to care

It’s only fair

Waiting for a rendez-vous

It’s getting heavier the longer you are waiting for her

Pulling through

There’s a smell, like it died in the gutter

And it’s getting you

You’re tied to your stay away mother coz there’s no one else

You’re at your wits' end

Losing feeling in your finger-tips

And now you’re wondering if anyone is showing

And you’re losing it

All you ask is for anyone to care

The sun it sets

And now you’re walking and the cars flirt with you

Direct your stare

You’re at your wits' end

Living on anaesthetic

No one seems to get it

It’s too much to take and now

You’re numb to the sensation

Living on anaesthetic

Not the way you chose to have it

It’s too cold to care

It’s only fair

Swum right out your depths

Now you drown and you go down feeling

Second hand regret

Consequence and self defence

Retrace your steps

You’ll find where it all went wrong

Have someone to blame

You hope it’s a name

You already know

You’re at your wits' end

Living on anaesthetic

No one seems to get it

It’s too much to take and now

You’re numb to the sensation

Living on anaesthetic

Not the way you chose to have it

It’s too cold to care

It’s only fair

It’s only fair

Sick of all the stares

Wait until you’re dead

'Till they pretend to care

It’s only fair

Wait until you own the air

When you’re alone

The ceiling is gone

Chilled right to the bone

Lost without a home

When you’re alone

You feel you are known

Maybe you will mend

You’re at your wits end

Living on anaesthetic

No one seems to get it

It’s too much to take and now

You’re numb to the sensation

Living on anaesthetic

Not the way you chose to have it

It’s too cold to care

It’s only fair