The Doves On The Wall

Every time you look at me, I'm smiling through,
Never mind the doves on the wall, they're watching me.

I’m feeling cocaine renditions of a previous mindset,
My blood curdles to the thought of anything pre-set,
I am something different. I have to be?
That’s why you’re out there, and I will never be free.

I’m lost inside, stuck in-between four walls,
Or one round bone, depending on which way the curtains close or the manner in which you fall,
It’s raining bats in here, I’ve just seen lightning,
I’m going fucking mental darling, now d'you think I’m frightening?

I’ve been up all night in my cell, writing love letters,
The ace of spades sends her love. She's far too forgiving,
I wonder if they'll know she's been up all night drinking?
Of course they don’t, look at me, talking as if you’re you and I’m me.

Every time you look at me, I'm smiling through,
Never mind the doves on the wall, they're watching me.

Last time you saw me I might have been smiling,
I can’t control my twitching; I think I’m dying.

(Lyrics by Ben Fallows)