Later...When the TV Turns to Static

My street as I remember is still the same
Wonder what the people around here say
Only I can turn things the other way
I think my friends have all gave up me

Time my change, I reach in an apology
Then dance dance dance dance dance into the future with me
Beware the fences the present offenses
Underlies they say inside these walls can mad meant involuntarily

cuz

Later when the TV turns to static
it's quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic
systematic
now the outside world looks so cinematic

Only the lonely in this correctional facility
Isn't it sad, isn't it sad, isn't it hepatic[?]
in the startle[?] of every night
I pray for the dumbest to be loved unwillingly

From here no place no manchele[?]
Can never really walk away
I didn't want to walk away

cuz

Later when the TV turns to static
it's quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic
How I get home tonight seemed so automatic
systematic
now the outside world looks so cinematic

Ohh ohh



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Writer(s): James Allan
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