Carbon

Ten o' clock in the morning and I'm drowning in static
We caught the squeal straight down the county line
He spilled the table and hit the door frantic and screeching
I can't say I cared as it was no war of mine

So I sat embalmed in coffee, dead and useless
She pressed the chilled long fingered hand on mine
Let me get my appearance straight and I'll call in the mayday
This ship is going down, I'm standing in line

[?] half the day spent running in circles
Mumbling words I shouldn't be mumbling at all
I only understand about half what I used to
But I know I'll be someone to catch you when I fall