Zeitgeist

Tight short jogging Lengthy mirror lacking In the company of strangers Each a version of yourself Angsty flavored whispers Dwelling upon throat clears Two wicks begin a same point journey Unrelieved sigh at the sight of phlegm There's something in the air There's something in the air There's something in the air There's a storm comin' Plastic pint-cup binging Lacking ear-ringing Three-wheeled maniac does a spin As mother grips digits rigid Steer clear from the joker The weekend chain smoker And the hot-headed reveler Who's as calm as the tideless sea There's something in the air There's something in the air There's something in the air There's a storm comin' Tempted by an offer Non-refundable, no warranty Of course a taken upon deed Grab all the novelties you can The worn out rule enforcer Flaunt and fiddler scolder No longer shall be clutched so tight A deed thee did not write There's something in the air There's something in the air There's something in the air There's a storm comin' The never giving uppers Obstinate, and rightly so These kings will not abdicate Or why in King's name would they? Futile notions plaguing Locked cage doors erupting A healthy state of being Is not the state that we are tasting Blue is the colour of the month Blue is the colour of the year Blue is not the heavy sky above us There's a storm comin' There's something in the air There's something in the air There's something in the air There's a storm comin'