Runway Markings Lyrics

Oh, isn't it a pity
That we mostly dance alone
In a distant self-reflection
Revolved around our own
Marvel galaxies of dream reality
We're painters of a picture that no one else can see

And you reach out through that wall of glass
*travelling* stage at last
And you're running from the promises
That have been made to you in the past

All those *belly-out* Tourette nights
Filled with snowy little white lies
Scattered out like cold rain jazz lines
There's a pulling restless wild eyes
Screwed myself and I see twighlight Squad leader drop the white light
I would like to fly alone

Everybody is now a daby
And bourbon clouds fill out the room
Everybody smiles like candy
The wrongly map start to
Uu

And you reach out through that wall of glass
You're travelling the stage at last
And you're running from the promises
That you have made way back in the past

You're a stranger in a house of glass
And you need too much too fast
And you're floating down an endless stream
And you're waiting for the crash

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