Ballet in a Phone Booth

Just like ballet in a phone booth Or Dominoes on Mars See we're all in this strange truth And we're shooting for the stars Bedtime stories over dear So settle for the night Cause we're flying backward into fear So pull the curtain tight All, all of the days they're gone All, all of the days they are done Your fate is sinking down Down from all the rain Thinking your bullet proof You dodge between the cars While speakers blast a solid ghetto truth You sit there deafened perched upon your roof While bedtime stories over dear So settle for the night Cause were flying backwards into fear So pull the shades down tight pull em tight pull em tight All, all of the days they are gone repeat