Vídeo de música
Vídeo de música
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
World's End Press
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Parkinson
Composer
Letra
[Verse 1]
I feel like an image photocopied seven hundred times
My cheap print, my faded lines
Pressed on the dirty floor with all these clubbin' ticket stubs
Big feet up above
[Verse 2]
I'm a man, I've got reasonable abilities
And I was told that they're gonna be some use to me
Whatever happened to the things I would reflect upon?
I guess I'm losin' track
[Verse 3]
Stop, I'm shocked through
My shape is changin'
That's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
[Verse 4]
Stuck in the elevator with the ghost of Christmas past
He's tellin' me just what I've lost
I jog the block as quick impressions flick around in me
But I can't seem to have joined the dots
[Verse 5]
I'm a man, I've got reasonable abilities
Tryin' hard to remember every part of me
Whatever happened to the things I used to think about
I guess I'm losin' track
[Verse 6]
Stop, I'm shocked through
My shape is changin'
That's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
[Verse 7]
Stop, I'm shocked through
My shape is changin'
That's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
Only my second day uptown
Uptown
Written by: John Parkinson
