Shuffle And Scrape by Blueline Medic Lyrics
I'll spend this day in reverie, I won't focus on anything
I dont have to, I dont feel the need
Look at the others with contempt or is it envy?
I'll stand in your room and all I can make out are the corners
Its enough to let me know where I stand
Its the barest minimum to function
But I'll be good, I promise to do better
Some things are forgotten, other things matter
Something else is always proving far too strong
I guess Ive been a window gazer all along . . .
See the sparrows fly in low . .
There was a place you said you would take us
Can we go please? . .
Spent the day in societys refinery, unable to focus on anything
Theres too much here, too many people
Only way out lies through a major arterial
You remember when we talked about our beloved escape
A place without all the shuffle and scrape and lack of philanthropy
To where theres more trees than cars
And leaves have been dried out by the sun . .
I'll spend this day in a reverie, I won't focus on anything
I dont have to, I dont feel the need
This is the closest that I'll come to relief
But I'll be good I promise to do better
Some things are forgotten, other things matter
Something else is always proving far too strong . .
I guess I'll remain a window gazer from now on
I dont have to, I dont feel the need
Look at the others with contempt or is it envy?
I'll stand in your room and all I can make out are the corners
Its enough to let me know where I stand
Its the barest minimum to function
But I'll be good, I promise to do better
Some things are forgotten, other things matter
Something else is always proving far too strong
I guess Ive been a window gazer all along . . .
See the sparrows fly in low . .
There was a place you said you would take us
Can we go please? . .
Spent the day in societys refinery, unable to focus on anything
Theres too much here, too many people
Only way out lies through a major arterial
You remember when we talked about our beloved escape
A place without all the shuffle and scrape and lack of philanthropy
To where theres more trees than cars
And leaves have been dried out by the sun . .
I'll spend this day in a reverie, I won't focus on anything
I dont have to, I dont feel the need
This is the closest that I'll come to relief
But I'll be good I promise to do better
Some things are forgotten, other things matter
Something else is always proving far too strong . .
I guess I'll remain a window gazer from now on