Lyrics:

The birds are up when he collapses through her door
Spilling out in constellations on her floor
Soaked in liquor he is soft as bread
And everything that's left in him to beg her to his bed

He is a nocturnal always alone
They all speak in secret codes that he has never known
In this world but not of it, so he watches from above it
A visitor here, this is not home

I am the spectator, I can see the world passing by from here
I am just a child to a man, back to the dust where I began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator (2x)

His eyes like two cats scratching in his head
Begging him for sleep starving for a bed
But sleep it never comes so he ticks the time away
Hour after hour hear them play

The bells go

Chime (3x)
Ticking, ticking time
(Repeat)

I am the spectator,
I can see the world passing by from here
And I am just a child to a man,
Back to the dust where I began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator (3x)

And the bells go

Chime (3x)
Ticking, ticking time
(Repeat 3x)

I am the spectator,
I can see the world passing by from here
And I am just a child to a man,
Back to the dust where I began
I was never even here at all
I am the spectator (4x)