Heading nowhere and running late
You're so full of bad idea's we may have to operate
It all turns ugly when you start to care
The smallest detail grows in size until it's all you can see there
Over zealous for a carrot on a string
You'd have recognized bad news
But you were too busy dancing
When called upon
The moment can be very strong
No moving on
The chance you had because it is gone
You're paper thin
Intentions silhouette again
An exodus
Of those you thought That you could trust
The spotlights on and I'm spinning
With a rose in mouth
The final day
I'm dancing on a grave