Every now and then I feel cold
Every now and then I think of
How I have grown so cynical
(As far as I'm concerned I am concerned.)
Kissing the feet of a charlatan
Eating the crumbs straight out of his hand
Beating a drum that make no sound when
(A son of a son is singing you to sleep.)
Sleepy because I've slept way too much
Under the sheets with digital lust
No-one is gonna reach for my trust
(Need to grab a hold on what is ours.)
Hours of hourglasses turning
You never told me how to cope with
All of this space I fill with nothing
(As far as I'm concerned I am concerned.)
Under the covers
Where you're not around
Where my body is full of shrapnels
From the killing of time
Meeting people is easy
From a bar to a bed
But I can't meet my own eyes
In the bathroom mirror of a stranger in the morning
Pixelating the girls of that dawn
Their flesh and bones in data codes
I thought I saw their souls, I saw their holes
Every now and then I think of
Every now and then I dream of
How to become less cynical
(As far as I'm concerned I am concerned.)
Hours of hourglasses turning
You never told me how to cope with
All of this space I fill with nothing
(As far as I'm concerned I am concerned.)
The anthem of a hypocrite
Is shaking the arena seats
I wanna be the opposite
To prove you that I'm all the same
An elegy for elegance
Assumingly so elegant
But honestly I'm transparent
The simple fact that I have changed
Now obvious to all my friends
Who slipped away along the path
Because I made them lovers
Making love instead of making friends
The anthem of the hypocrite
Is shaking the arena seats
I wanna be the opposite
But I have changed there's no way back again