I've Got Knives in My Eyes I'm Going Home Sick

The screen, it's talking in chorus
At least it's being honest
There must be something...Something...
To get my teeth into, to get my teeth into
Are you getting this? Are you getting this?
Ages ago, I saw you...
Aches and pains,play on words
I'll just keep on reading
Invested interest
The static and the flicker
Shows me words and pictures
I delusional?
Is 20 hours walking distance?
The spirograph clearly shows you're rehabilitated now
Not a word
Not a word
Walking distance,it's walking distance...I'm there
It's only 20 hours away
You told me something had to change
If only I could keep myself away
broken process, I'll make an effort
You'll paint a picture, a work in progress
Not a word,not a word, not a word
Every time you disappear, every time you disappear
She has a confession, she wants to get better
So I'll make a token effort
As we get closer the room gets smaller
And that's all she wants, progress