Send "manhattan on mute" ringtone to your cell
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.
With 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 'em all around just to say what they will.
And if your boiling point is reaching new levels,
And you're still watching,
Waiting to say that you're 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.
With 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,
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.
With manhattan on mute, I start drifting lower.
I'm finding it hard to keep myself around.