Songtexte: Snow Patrol. Up to Now. Cartwheels.

My wounds are nicely slated, dear
I never got to thank you right
I was finished way before I could see
Quite what you had in mind for me
I'm doing cartwheels

Now the pessimism in me yawns
As I'm pissing on their perfect front lawns
A voice calls out behind my back
And I take off into the grounds
I'm doing cartwheels

It'll all tie me up into knots

I didn't mean to speak out of turn
Now you can sit and watch me squirm
Now the party's really in full swing
I wish I had a friend I could ring
I'm doing cartwheels

You're really loving this, aren't you, dear?
Now you've got me on the ropes out here
With nowhere else to run to now
Just stay and face the music

It'll all tie me up into knots