And they're beckoning
Everything is calm
The wilted, aching palm
Extended forward
All that I could hope for
All that I could hope for
All that I could hope for
Something to buy, they're announcing
Always in line for the wrong thing
Measure the fines that we incur
Feeling the fall when the phone rings
Ceiling above, soft simmering
I was in love with the wrong dream
They know me more than myself
They're beckoning
Everything is calm
The wilted, aching palm
Extended forward
All that I could hope for
All that I could hope for
All that I could hope for
Some kind of flaw in the rounding
How would I know, wasn't counting
Half of the time falling victim
Multi-level pyramid scheme
Ceiling above, soft simmering
I was in love with the wrong dream
They know me more than myself
Turn out the light
Turn out the light
Options are lose or forfeit outright
Join the chorus line
Life through a fool's unfocused eyes
