The Spectator

The birds are up when he collapses through the door
 Spilling out in constellations on the floor
 Soaked in liquor, he's soft as bread
 And everything that's left of him to beckon to his bed
 He is a nocturnal, always alone
 But you'll speak in secret codes that he has never known
 In this world, but not of it
 So he watches from above it
 A visitor here, this is not home
 I am the spectator
 I can see the world passing by from here
 I am just a child to a man
 Back to the dust where I began
 I was never even here at all
 I am the spectator
 I am the spectator
 His eyes, like two cats, scratching in his head
 Begging him for sleep, starving for a bed
 But sleep, it never comes, so he ticks the time away
 Hour after hour, hear them play their bells go
 Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
 Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
 I am the spectator
 I can see the world passing by from here
 I am just a child to a man
 Back to the dust where I began
 I was never even here at all
 I am the spectator
 I am the spectator
 I am the spectator
 And the bells go
 Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
 Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
 Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
 Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
 I am the spectator
 I can see the world passing by from here
 I am just a child to a man
 Back to the dust where I began
 I was never even here at all
 I am the spectator
 I am the spectator
 I am the spectator