The Exhibition Lyrics

We've got good minds in bad health
I think you know that
All our friends like us more than we like ourselves
We sing in the key of this door but we still knock
Drinking in style like the laughing stock
Set the clocks back and set my thoughts ahead

We could rewrite this old book stepping through chapters half dead
Someone said before, I'll say it again
A head in the ground
It's not just how you play it's how your listenting
Feet in the sky

When you stop to catch your breath your moving on
You fell when no one watched as you learned how to fly

It's the simple things that have all gone wrong

Graffiti just like a calendar
July ice, now it's melting there
Drinking in style like the laughing stock
We sing in the key of this door but we still knock