Waking the radio with noise Stopping for a minute as we hear another tune See myself stretching through the day Finding that lies are sometimes written in the truth
And all of them are free To argue and agree request and then decree And that’s a guarantee
It’s dangerous to think All’s lost in just a blink We’ll drown it in the drink Washed down a bathroom sink
An impossible dream The yelling and the screams The fall of self esteem A whore to the machine
So don’t forget my name Or claim it all for fame And that it’s all in vain That’s never been the game
Whatever the sound magazine says Makes its way into the wash Viewpoints folded over and over When the ghosts of writing are lost
Listening must then become a choice Reading words that binge and purge will never bring you fame Put the record on and let it play Have it run on backwards and you’ll understand the same
How do you justify Admit and then deny Withhold and now provide An easier reply
I’m thinking of the way To hurry and delay Protect and then betray Much to your dismay
I’ve slept away the years Been taken by the sphere Had way too many fears Get lost in all the cheers
Before you make a mess Of tranquility and stress Deny and then confess Confirming your success
Whatever the sound magazine says Makes its way into the wash Viewpoints folded over and over When the ghosts of writing are lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
