Lost Lyrics - Overtones - Just Jack

Picture this, 2:30 on the hottest night in June 

He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon 

And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise 

And stops to contemplate his wifes thighs as he does up his flies 

He finds his slippers where he left them under the chair 

Behind the two cups and an old copy of Marie Claire 

And he switches on the coffee machine 

That of course works like a dream 

Catches sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheen 

And it's a face he knows well although it should look less abused 

With all these moisturizers and the skin products hes used 

As he moves through the kitchen, his homage to brushed steel 

Across the new pine floorin' thats plastic but looks real 

Past the plasma with the wide screen 

And the cinema surround sound 

And he stops on his favorite spot by the window and looks down 

On the orange lit street at the edge of the private car park 

Where his Audi TT is waitin' safely in the dark 

Keepin' it all inside of you 

Somethin' will have to give 

And if you could youll take it back 

But you lose your way in the way you live 

Now he can hear wind chimes tinklin' out on the balcony 

And his phone beepin' out a text message in the same key 

He checks it and its Jill who used to be his secretary 

Before they started an affair and things began to get really scary 

Now his wife Mary is gettin' weary of his lies 

Like shes read the whole sordid story in his eyes 

It doesnt help that Jills now sayin' that shes two weeks late 

His mental state is really startin' to deteriorate 

He never knew how he got so out of his depth 

Or why hes broken more than all these promises kept 

And its been ages since he slept properly 

His sleeps now broken by these dreams of extra-marital activity 

Tryin' to recapture the rapture he used to get 

From his material possessions and endless retail therapy sessions 

Shoulda listened to what his dad said before he died 

The best things in life are the ones you cant buy, son 

Keepin' it all inside of you 

Somethin' will have to give 

Wish you could buy a ticket back 

But you lose your way in the way you live 

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea 

Away from the shouts and the louts and the girls 

With the over painted pouts 

And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box fresh Nikes 

Deliverin' rocks to the house across the street 

On rusty mountain bikes 

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea 

Away from the shouts and the louts and the girls 

With the over painted pouts 

And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box fresh Nikes 

Deliverin' rocks to the house across the street 

On rusty mountain bikes