If you're off to break a promise Wear the fabric of resolve There's a thousand ways to make it And a million more to fold And how do you tell a creditor You've never been this poor Eerily familiar As hes knocking at your door
Hesitant waltz Tumble & turn On the life slide Chance on your side Dotting the line Sign, and the joke is on you now Master of clowns The fading trace Of who you are
Your idea And now you wish upon a star Your idea Your idea
Beneath the blue horizon Where the night and dreams collide The bottle that you drank from Held the corpse of father time When you spill the ink You start to settle all your debts The failures going to haunt you In the vacuum of intent
Your idea
Fall to the ground Murder the joke Not the crowned clown Dancing around Your finest suit Can't hide the truth
Your idea
This spectre charged The empty room
Your idea
Now is never Nothing lingers Don't you feel The noose is tightening
