3-star hotels Enough is enough Kicking someone that you're close With in an impulsive act of love Toes in the deep end By the pool Speaking in tongues
We pause the screen God's face Burned in the TV What if everything's as perfect as we suspected it would be? What if we dropped the catastrophic fatalist philosophy And looked at what's around us As lucid as our dreams?
Bidding farewell To the last thing that you know When you lose everything, the whole world becomes your home The heathen doomed welcome you to the fold Trickling down gods porcelain throne
Getting the one-way ticket Itching to get on with it In a pair of green shades Running every red light Feeding the flame oxygen Feeling the room start spinning Cutting all ties Saying goodbye
