Let all these broken records spin on their plates
no one will be tired by the time their replaced
or we could always settle on that gentle embrace
if you want to
I'll be in the middle of this chaos and culture
you'll be in the fray posing as still as a sculpture
nighthawks at the diner as the movements get closer
and closer
They'll never be a right time
never be a clear sign
all you ever do is fake you're at home
all you'll ever do is end up alone
All you ever wanted standing paces away
boiling up your blood and wiping sweat from your face
glancing your direction with composure and grace
if you want to