Permanent Vacation

You follow with a severed hand, following a spaceman
You follow when you move around, following a mute sound
You tolerate the city well, tolerate when you sit still
You tolerate, you don't know why, tolerate, but you cant cry

Throw me an eyeball wrong
Several aisles along
Throwing me over

If it's over, someone has to tell her
So you tell her

A certain kind of mise-en-scène for irony to exist in
A certain kind of tourist on a permanent vacation
You tolerate the city well, tolerate when you sit still
You tolerate, you don't know why, tolerate, but you cant cry

Throw me an eyeball wrong
Several aisles along
Throwing me over

If it's over, someone has to tell her
So you tell her

Throw me an eyeball wrong
Several aisles along
Throwing me over

If it's over, someone has to tell her
So you tell her
If it's over...



Credits
Writer(s): William Robertson
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