Caroline Rose - Getting To Me lyrics

Waitress sets the tables, two and four and six Laying placemats, knife, fork, spoon upon napkin All the counter people, she knows us all by name A counter people vision, everywhere we are the same Oh and once everything starts to shift Tip the weight that makes this whole thing give Oh but I don't know where to put my hands And the thought of silence makes me sick Hey, I think it might be getting to me Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me Hey, I think it might be, finally getting to me Hey, I think it might be, finally getting to me All of the pretty people are out here The women with their j**els and their long dangling earrings And the men with one hand on the small of her back The other casually with his thumb through the belt loop of his waistband And so you line 'em up A single cell and another one gone Ostracon vase with your name on the line And so you line 'em up A single cell and another one gone Ostracon vase with your name on the line Hey, I think it might be getting to me Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me Hey, I think it might be, finally getting to me Hey, I think it might be, finally getting to me