Mouse In A Hole

Living in a house with your mates and a mouse
That runs around the kitchen
To living in a flat with your girl and a cat
Her pictures fixtures and fittings
Blocked any feelings that I’d found
In this rainy old town, London

There I’d go, man, burning slow man,
Missing more than hitting
Sinking low in a caffeine glow
And daytime television
Any fear I’d hide behind
Like a mouse in a hole, all tunnel vision
Singing…

Is this my life?
Then it’s killing me somewhere
It’s killing me somewhere
Yeah...
Is this my life?
It’s killing me somewhere
It’s killing me somewhere
Yeah...

Like one big dream that worked out real
It came right at me wailing
It ran down my street
Scraping its teeth along my mental railings
Saying "waking up time, waking up time"
Remember this thing so well
This is the here and all you’ve got now
So ready or not, go get your something

Is this my life?
Then it’s killing me somewhere
It’s killing me somewhere
Yeah...
Is this my life?
It’s killing me somewhere
It’s killing me somewhere
Yeah...
Yeah...

Is this my life?
Then it’s killing me somewhere
It’s killing me somewhere
Yeah...
Is this my life?
It’s killing me somewhere
It’s killing me somewhere
Yeah...
Yeah...

Is this my life?
Is this my life?
Is this my life?
Is this my life?
Is this my life?
Is this my life...