They say the city never sleeps but I
Still feel alone but further down
Between success and human sacrifice
I find I'm not made for man or god
Cause theres tension in the air comin down the reason
a little man hangin from the ceiling
my own reflection tells me don't look down
and I've been hangin out just a bit too long
drawn to this feelin like a fly to a lightbulb
fool of the ages caught in a cruel song
drawn to this feelin like a fly to a lightbulb
and I've been hangin out just a bit too long
they say that everybody's got a right
I feel so lost they most be wrong
Between the morning and her sleeping eyes
I cant see blindly through the smile