South of the Painted Hall - Mansun

Infinite moments of calm in our life

What a waste

Our defining moments fade away

It was easy to navigate the wind

When everything was cool

I’ll know I’m drunk when the truth’s spurting out

And our truth is disguised as a joke

Like the one about the dying ember

(Where the looks are worth a thousand rumours)

My voice can be disguised

But my face can’t lie

There’s no antidote to save me

When I’m drunk

My failures lie, not in falling down

But not getting up

All our great achievements put to better use

Like the wise man mistaken

But the fool, he can often be right

I know I’m drunk when the truth’s spurting out

And our truth is disguised as a joke

Like the one about the dying ember

(Where the looks are worth a thousand rumours)

My voice can be disguised

But my face can’t lie

There’s no antidote to save me

When I’m drunk

Yeah, my voice can be disguised

I’ll break off all contact

No signals, so I hope I don’t offend you

Even in summer the days are like winter so bland

Thoughts do not fear to abandon their

People they differ in life not in death

So the higher you climb

The longer you fall

My voice can be disguised

But my face can’t lie

There’s no signal I can find