| Shut down the gold rush in my head
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| Because we’re out of work
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| I’m living proof of compromise
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| «Be back in 10»
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| But no return
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| I’m sick of being in Houston
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| I’m sick of everything I’ve been around enough to get used to
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| I’m proof of consequences
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| And exhausting common sense
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| And I kill what I build
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| My common myth’s confidence
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| I’m two faced from your double exposure
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| Stop right there, don’t come any closer
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| I’m two faced from your double exposure
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| Stop right there, don’t come any closer
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| I wish I was royal but I’m not
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| I wish I was royal but I’m not
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| I wish I was royal but I’m not
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| You’ve painted your future
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| But I’m just not in the picture
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| Maybe I missed the frame
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| Maybe I’m seconds late, always late
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| 'Cause I work myself to death
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| Don’t believe me? |
| Ask Geoff
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| And I’m doing alright
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| But is «alright» enough?
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| Because I’m living my dreams
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| But I live at home
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| 'Cause everything is on the down low for now
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| I’m two faced from your double exposure
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| Stop right there, don’t come any closer
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| I’m two faced from your double exposure
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| Stop right there, don’t come any closer
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| I wish I was royal but I’m not
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| I wish I was royal but I’m not
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| I wish I was royal but I’m not
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| You won’t like what you see
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| So keep your eyes off of me
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| I fall in love with everything
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| That wants nothing to do with me
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| I know that there’s no dealing with the way I’m feeling
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| I’m so out of touch with everyone
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| And everything’s a blur to me
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| I’m two faced from your double exposure
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| Stop right there, don’t come any closer
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| I’m two faced from your double exposure
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| Stop right there, don’t come any closer
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| I wish I was royal but I’m not
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| I wish I was royal but I’m not
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| I wish I was royal but I’m not
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| I wish I was royal but I’m not
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| I wish I was royal but I’m not |