Colosseum Fatigue

The wheels turn at the Alba County crossing
The wheels turn, and I'm holding out for a kinder voice
I ruminate on a kinder voice

One by one the passengers are going
Except an angel who tells me how she's what I need
But she's only an angel of fatigue

But I was born in a deep-seated yellow
And my eyes they couldn't see
Take my hand and walk beside me
My Colosseum fatigue
My Colosseum fatigue

The monolith of hype we grind to a halt at
And caress it, now we are the same we're duly crowned
And profanities speak profound

But I was born in a deep-seated yellow
And my eyes they couldn't see
Take my hand and walk beside me
My Colosseum fatigue
My Colosseum fatigue

But I was born in a deep-seated yellow
And my eyes they couldn't see
Take my hand and walk beside me
My Colosseum fatigue
My Colosseum fatigue
My Colosseum fatigue



Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Coole
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