Spectator

Vacant or bored? of fictitious chores that turn the wheels
You play your role, that of which you stole, with your cup half full

We fall to time, but hunger for some more

Hey there Nowhere, home again at last
Strange Days, stay sane, a present of the past

A thousand words you'll speak, but which will you mean and how will they seem
Shadow's feelings create separate beings, there is no I in me
You're just sitting at my table for the time being
Intermissions on its way and this character is fleeting

We fall to time, but hunger for some more

Hey there Nowhere, home again at last
Strange Days, stay sane, a present of the past

Hey there Nowhere, home again at last
Strange Days, stay sane, a prison of the past
Hey there, Hey there



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Ferguson
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