I can only feel and think in the language of Cliches otheres have concocted for you Prefabricated pre-conception Worn like the walls around you All around you
How good to walk-with the caprice of God How good to talk-with the caprice of God Build your ivory tower so you can scratch the sky
How could I forget that you're not finished yet and that All that you have done still adding up the sum This totem has some use, this total of abuse Real life is never used as truth Angry artillery on your tongue Bows and arrows highly strung Same shadow I can see right through Whenever I picture you
How good to walk-with the caprice of God How good to talk-with the caprice of God An ordinary human, an ordinary mortal, an ordinary model Build your ivory tower-so you can touch the sky Build your ivory tower-so you can touch the sky The sky
Build your ivory tower-so you can scratch the sky
And don't hide inside the sentiment the real test is never finished yet Face up, collect the interest of all the idiots you should detest
How good to walk-with the caprice of God How good to talk-with the caprice of God An ordinary human, an ordinary mortal An ordinary modelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
