Bones of You

So I'm there,
Charging around with a juganaut brow
Over draft speeches and deadlines to make
Cramming commitments like cats in a sack
Telephone burning, purposeful gait
When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch
Of a song that i know, and the world
Moves in slow - mo
Straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day
And its you, and its me, and we're sleeping through the day
And I'm five years ago and every thousand miles away...

[........] Elbow The Bones of You