In an ever setting mould, Sinatra watching me
I will wear my soul on my sleeve, this way is not my colour
Tarred with the same old brush, the picture painted many times
And I’ll put on my bravest face, don’t knock it til you’ve tried it son
Oh no I’m sleeping in my clothes again
Yeah I think I’m slipping
Is it the sand that’s shifting or me?
This rope’s not gripping
I think I’m sinking slowly down
Now the flickering’s starting to fade, the orange patches blur
And the blinkers loosening now, the light that once was blinding me
Now this view’s not too bad at all, don’t know what my problem was
And I can’t seem to find the knob, still I’ll keep on trundling on
I think I spoke too quietly again
Yeah I think I’m slipping
Is it the sand that’s shifting or me?
This rope’s not gripping
I think I’m sinking slowly down
Yeah I think I’m slipping
Is it the sand that’s shifting or me?
This rope’s not gripping
I think I’m sinking slowly down
credits
from Leaving It Late,
released July 6, 2001
Lyrics by Benn Cordrey
Music by Mint
Vocals by Benn Cordrey
Backing Vocals by Nat Ayling, Andrew Gaines and Richard Thomas
Bass Guitar by Benn Cordrey
Electric Guitars by Andrew Gaines and Richard Thomas
Acoustic Guitar by Nat Ayling
Drums by Simon Edwards
Produced by Andrew Wolfe and Steven Dawson
Crossgate Studios, Durham City, England
June 2001