Dead End Turnaround

Almost tomorrow, it's 11:34

Head bruised and swollen, pick myself up off the floor

Don't know who told you, lips so loose tonight

Ships sinking in the river, and we're all on that ride

I seem to be walking in circles on Grafton Street

I see that look in your eye, that's when you always run

And now I hit another dead end on Harry Street

I know I'll never be the one

Skipping blackened gallstones on a river of denial

Now you're caught, I see you sweat trying to force a smile

Highlighted sympathy, a funeral for a friend

But don't long for the past, it'll happen again

I seem to be walking in circles on Grafton Street (Grafton Street)

I see that look in your eye, that's when you always run (when you always run)

And now we hit another dead end on Harry Street (on Harry Street)

And I know that I'll never be the one (never be the one)

Dead end turnaround

Dead end turnaround, turn around

Dead end turnaround, turn around

Dead end turnaround, turn around

I seem to be walking in circles on Grafton Street (Grafton Street)

I see that look in your eyes when you always run (when you always run)

And now we hit another dead end on Harry Street (on Harry Street)

And I know that I'll never be the one