Andy Laird: Music

It's the great escape
Of the modern ages
Dressed up like a tidal wave
Blame the tide as you sink

Caught in a web I've made
Full of empty space
By the fingers of dawn or just a trick of the light
The puppet thinks he sees the strings

I feel the rush of traffic in my veins
It's filling up the coffin in my brain
Never enough, no there's never enough

[Chorus]
No, no, I don't know what it means
It must be the termites are getting picky
All that's left here in my head
Is the sawdust on the floor

It's a great display
In this masquerade
Dressed up like a tidal wave
Take the dive cause everything eventually sinks

I feel the rush of traffic in my veins
It's filling up the coffin in my brain
Never enough, no there's never enough

[Chorus]

I know now, yeah I know now
I found out from an inside tip
An anonymous source said,
'The jury's guilty'

It's the great erase
Of this modern age

[Chorus]

I know now the jury's guilty
I know now the jury's guilty
By the grace of bleach
I'm washed clean