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