Weeping Tile - Can't Get Off lyrics

Under lights He sits and waits for something to come to him From the heights Or the hot place in hell he reserved He won't try It's there or it's not but a chance is slim That it will drop, and hit the spot, and fall in She watches the clock like a sickness She'll blink and it's dark outside Feels the time pa** like the ultimate Countdown to what Can't get off on the openness of space Can't step down from an escalated pace Didn't get to see your face But I like the way it sounded I like the way you made it sound The way you made it Can't get off on the openness of space Can't step down from an escalated pace Didn't get to see your face But I like the way it sounded I like the way you made it sound The way you made it sound He's takin' it on He's walkin' around He's takin' it off He's walkin'