In the shadows of the night,
something felt quite not right,
you caught me by surprise.
When I first saw you,
you asked me who I am,
and if I’m happy
or if I’m just…pretending,
‘cause words don’t mean a thing, if you’re not listening.
Wake yourself, you’re sleeping through the smoke alarm.
Think I could bum a light
while I philosophize?
See, something’s not quite right
in our store bought paradise.
When I first started
it was just common sense
that all we needed
was one of everything,
but a life don’t mean a thing if it’s left wondering.
Wake yourself, you’re sleeping through the smoke alarm.
Play the man! The fire we start here will burn on.
Nobody listens any more
and I can’t talk to the walls.
No one to hear what I say.
Can somebody please listen for me?
When I first started
it was just common sense
that all we needed
was one of everything
but, life don’t mean a thing if you’re not listening.
Wake yourself, you’re sleeping through the smoke alarm.
Play the man! The fire we start here will burn on.
Something is not quite right
in our store bought paradise.
Think I can bum a light?
Not the life that you wanted, but
the one that you earned.
Everything A to Z
is a Pleasure to Burn.
facing upstream 