Vacantly stood with these glazed eyes looking down Blurred lines bubble in my cup, think I'm fizzing out Well I don't hear a sound as I'm reaching to you I'm not looking for the fix that I got used to I get a little, I get a little, I get a little Rusty So won't you spare me some time Doesn't it destroy your soul like it does mine? When nothing that we do is fine Every high we get the lie that says the water's turned into wine Well I've been twisting out I've been twisting out the screws I'm not looking for the fix that I got used to I get a little, I get a little, I get a little Rusty Chasing rabbits down holes there's a Cheshire watching me The yellow brick road, to nowhere I know, is where I go Seen the road, seen the road, seen the road Lead to nowhere before I get a little, I get a little, I get a little Rusty I get a little, I get a little, I get a little Rusty