Shortround

Shortround
Excuse me, am i nauseous?
immortality reaps no rewards
driven to distraction, waiting for the day that you have flaws
Sober and so suddenly
you weren't in the way
built this city in a day to prove you wrong
Don't you answer me back 'cos i can see that i'm in the way you're choosing to fall
An audience in rapture
waiting on the scene where you dissolve
staring at a sequence, focussing on dreams they can't recall
Sobering so suddenly
you walked in the way
building cities in a day to prove me wrong
Don't you answer me back 'cos i can see that i'm in the way you're choosing to fall