[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
A zene stílusa
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