Manhattan On Mute

You must've heard it from the cut-loose kids
That last week I slept through the coffee hour
And if I've been survived by all of the lukewarm showers
And local revivers again
And they're calling us the winners now
Yeah, they're calling us the winners now
And they're calling us the winners now
With Manhattan on mute I start drifting lower
I'm finding it hard to keep myself around
Manhattan on mute, I start drifting lower
I'm finding it hard to keep myself around
Don't bother counting the rings around your eyes
Kept them all around just to say what they will
And if your boiling point is reaching new levels
And you're still watching and waiting to say what you've done
And you're looking like the latest one
Yeah, you're looking like the latest one
And you're looking like the latest one
With Manhattan on mute I start drifting lower
I'm finding it hard to keep myself around
Manhattan on mute, I start drifting lower
I'm finding it hard to keep myself around
When you become the punch that gets thrown around
And you keep crawling up in between all the falling down
And you kill your confidence in the usual ways
Yeah, you kill your confidence in the usual ways that you've found
When you're only ever looking down
And always waiting for them to come around
With Manhattan on mute I start drifting lower
I'm finding it hard to keep myself around
Manhattan on mute, I start drifting lower
I'm finding it hard to keep myself around