Silverchair

Underneath the shelf cracks appear in thick enamel
In this laps excuse for wasting time
I wait for signals shooting stars
I'd scrape through every branch
Coz I need to come down
Underneath the home
I lived in I was a page in someone's book
And know one asked me why
The page was fifteen stories high
I'm underneath that home wondering why
All across the world
There are things we need to forget and forgive
Sometimes we have to try and shed the damage we don't need
Oh justice shake your head
I'm wasting my time
We can break this drought