Mansions
Climbers
a sign of the times when your eyes glaze overthey talk in circles never say our namesit’s just like striking a match in a pitch black room, yeahit’s been there forever, just an old trick with a new faceI’ve got nothing left to proveno, I’m too tired to be the nice guythey don’t know me, they don’t know yousay we’re too small to have a big lifethey just keep climbing to the bright lightsI sneak through the door, you’re already dreaminghow did I ever sleep without you therethey gave me the facts but none of the feelingI toss and I turn like white ash in the air
From Letras Mania