Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phillip T. King
Lyrics
Lyrics
Going through the nightly routine, but it's not your time
Going to the same old places, in a memory clime
Trying to squeeze some inspiration, from a dead end
Bottles smash and candles flicker, the stakes are high
Claustrophobia
It's a small world now
Connection, tapestry, this nightmare unravels us all
Cigarettes and cocktail dresses, filthy carpet
Loud machines and stupid people, strange etiquette
So long ago, this can't have happened
Was it a previous life
Conflating themes and future dreams in isolation's clutch
Claustrophobia
It's a small world now
Connection, tapestry, this nightmare unravels us all
Written by: Phillip T. King