[Intro] If youth is wasted by the young On frivolous dreams, sweet and high Then why, when your bell has been rung To the emergency exits do you fly? [Verse 1] Why do you try to escape and flee From your hollow, polished reality? You repaint every old regret Into dull wins you haven’t met yet I watch you circling, round and round Like flies in a glass, soon to be bound I count your "if onlys" one by one On a stranger’s hand, until you're done (hmm) [Chorus] Didn't you dream of the perfect place To descend like a plague with a hidden face? Settle on this spiral, my little toys I spin the heads of the feverish boys A gluttonous ghost, never satisfied I drink your lukewarm lives, where you hide Didn't you dream of the perfect place To fall with such grace, victims of lace? (oh yes) [Verse 2] A ghost from a dimension you can’t see Lost in a sea of polite degeneracy Who have to think just to feel the flame And invent pretty hells to hide their shame I’m the spectator, the front-row guest Flipping through sins at my own behest I see your regrets dancing slow and long On the tip of my tongue, where they belong [Bridge] You drink so you can just forget I sip to remember every regret Each confession spat at the bar Makes my fangs shine like a star Come closer, speak, lie some more (shh) I grow fat on the masks you wore [Chorus] Didn't you dream of the perfect place To descend like a plague with a hidden face? Settle on this spiral, my little toys I spin the heads of the feverish boys A gluttonous ghost, never satisfied Licking the souls where your secrets hide Didn't you dream of the perfect place To fall so low… with questionable grace
Style de musique
Male Voice. jazz, Smoky dark jazz cabaret, male vocals with sly theatrical delivery; brushed drums and upright bass walking under dissonant piano chords, muted trumpet stabs answering the vocal