CYMBALS - This City lyrics

Ink-covered fingers You've been hiding at your desk too long Ink-covered fingers You've been hiding at your desk too long Hand over mouth Brandy in your tea The afternoon's all emptiness The morning's possibility You're counting on feeling better Once the seasons cycle through You're counting on tire arms and legs Too tired to list and brood To be undone To be untied To be undone Uncodified Dust on your doorbell You've been hiding at your desk too long Dust on your doorbell You've been hiding at your desk too long The early Sun Your stolen hours Just waking up by night Full of drink and desire You won't be able to make it Your laces left half-tied To sleep the only break you get From your unremitting head When you're undone When you're untied When you're undone Uncodified You're counting on feeling better Once the seasons cycle through You're counting on tire arms and legs Too tired to list and brood To be undone Dust on your doorbell You've been hiding at your desk too long Dust on your doorbell You've been hiding at your desk too long