Radical Face

I fell asleep in the chair by the fireplace
And I woke up in the kitchen sink
With an umbrella full of holes overtop my head and
I fell asleep on the table with your picture in hand
And I woke up in the cupboard
With some scrapes on my arms and a mouthful of hell
Chains are rattling in the attic again
And the birds are building nests in the windowsill
Dust has settled over everything
And the ceiling fan still cuts a lazy circle
I got a picture on the mantle piece
Of the way that I thought that we'd end up
But this shares no resemblance to that
Yeah, that shares no resemblance to that at all
I tore the dreams from my head and tossed them in the flames