Frames Lyrics

I see the painting in the corner

I hear the writing on the wall

And I'm floating on the ceiling

Trying to stay above it all

Now the bag is open

Now the cat is out

I'm watching all the feathers

That keep falling out your mouth

Don't burn the bridge between us

I can't swim, the water is too rough below

And If we're gonna get through this mess

You have to pull up a chair to the table

Sinking in the armchair

And the television's on

The room is getting crowded

Their voices don't belong

To anyone I know here

But the shit goes on & on

I don't know what they're saying

But there's clearly something wrong