Robert Warringtonguitar/percussion.

Your nerves have shred, your leaves are dead
Worn out, worn out
Your shirt is thin, thin as your skin
Worn out, worn out
Your sliding door is sliding no more
Worn out, worn out
Your key doesn’t work, your lock is stuck
Worn out, worn out

With respect what did you expect?
Connections disconnect
Connections disconnect
With respect what did you expect?
Connections disconnect
Connections disconnect

Your tread is worn, your breaks have gone
Worn out, worn out
The trust we knew has rusted through
Worn out, worn out
The yellowing page is showing its age
Worn out, worn out
Your old books on art are falling apart
Worn out, worn out

With respect what did you expect?
Connections disconnect
Connections disconnect
With respect what did you expect?
Connections disconnect
Connections disconnect

I’m seeing the swallows flying over the gallows
Worn out, worn out
You follow your nose till your eyes start to close
Worn out, worn out

With respect what did you expect?
Connections disconnect
Connections disconnect
With respect what did you expect?
Connections disconnect
Connections disconnect