Old Argyle Sweater Lyrics

I was adrift at sea

Out the back of the Stephansdom

Swimming down an old cobbled street

Sometimes I just get this urge to float

And though I hate getting wet

I love the sting of the ocean

Washed up on an empty strand between

An AA meeting and the university

While a red and white tram

Rattled on down the road

Rattling like a box of my brittle young bones

Oh help me help me help me

Help me feel the weight of my feet

On these streets where I'm going

Your dialect makes it quite hard to connect

And though I heard the odd word

I missed the gist of the story

I've come untethered

I need to do better

Than shrill voice, sad eyes

And an old argyle sweater

Birds of the air have the freedom to breathe

Like voyeurs in vantage points up in the trees

Maybe that carpenter had a point

Though I don't really want to give up my TV

There's a house on the hill where the gaps are filled in

And we're each in command of the stories we spin

Getting up there is a burden we share

Because it moves two miles back each time we stop for air

Well I deeply inhale a whole lungful of dust

That's been ground from the bones of my wandering lust

Because each siren I followed just led me back down

To the stooping door where all my journeys began

I've come untethered

I need to do better

Than shrill voice, sad eyes

And an old argyle sweater

There's a bridge on the ford

On each fork in the road

And they build them up high

To keep horizons low

It's there that she dwells

Her voice clear as bells

Saying I had to leave

Because I was no good

Removing myself to a whole other place

I dream of the sea on a wild windy day

Things don't get different

When you do things the same

But I'm still here at the Bahnhof

I'm begging for change

Sticky tape wrap me I'm falling apart

I tore myself trying to reach up to the mark

Well aloof is aloof and replaced is replaced

Yeah what would life be if I was a different way?

And back in the world and I'm sat by the door

Amongst beggars and businessmen on the U4

In the arms of a city that's kept me these years

My heart lies with another though my body rests here

I've come untethered

I need to do better

Than shrill voice, sad eyes

And an old argyle sweater