Lyrics Getting To Me - Caroline Rose

Waitress sets the tables
Two and four and six
Laying place mats
Knife, fork, spoon upon napkin

All the counter people
She knows us all by name
A counter people vision
Everywhere, we are the same

Oh, and once everything starts to shift
Tip the weight that makes this whole thing give
Oh, but I don't know where to put my hands
And the thought of silence makes me sick

Hey, I think it might be getting to me
Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me

All the pretty people are out here
The women with their jewels and their long dangling earrings
And the men with one hand on the small of her back
The other casually with his thumb through the belt loop of his waistband

And so, you line 'em up
A single cell and another one gone
Ostracon vase with your name on the line
Line 'em up, a single cell and another one gone
Ostracon vase with your name on the line only to say

Hey, I think it might be getting to me (getting to me, yeah)
Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me (getting to me, yeah)
Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me