So You Thought You Could Dance out on the bill Peering through keyholes, looking to kill Trying to see The Masked Singer And you're not the first flower to trust The iridescent birch bark into the dusk Like some new Last Duchess of the forest floor
Faceless, more or less Following footprints New name feels the same Fake it till you fail
Shovels in trenches digging up just rain Always underestimate the panic in the writers room Always has to be some new kid undercutting protocol Tell me it's not my problem, that's just fine You can take your time 'Cause I'm taking mine Yeah, I'm taking mine
So many men died in the parade Now the ships sail down The Esplanade They used to find sashes and brass washed up on the shore
You've got ideas To ricochet the runway A cascade of comebacks And business ain't booming
Moving house in the same direction Can't protect your favourite sponsor's wing from museum fatigue Can't shake the manger hay off knocking on open doors Buddy, it's not my problem and that's fine You can change your mind 'Cause I'm changing mine Yeah, I'm changing mine
The rumours were true Everything hurt like hell The rumours were true Now I am a changed devil And I could have danced all night I could have spread my wings I could have danced all night And done a thousand things But without Without begging Yeah, without BeggingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
