Speed Of Film by Elliott Lyrics

Turn around. turn to me
Maybe you're the one who's overrated
This painted town is blinding me
Silver shock in its glow

Trust the moving colors. trust the random actions
This normal life, it's not so simple
Gate our conversation from their armored rumors
This normal life is not so simple

Predatory profiling is causing me to change shape
Form their own illusions, form of metamorphosing
It's escaping me to keep it in

Let it all fall simple, let the color wash away

Trust the moving colors, trust the random actions
This normal life, this normal life, it's not so simple
Gate our conversation from their armored rumors
This normal life, this normal life, is not so simple
Your motor sensors let them in to stimulate the movements
This time it's not your timing
This time it's not your timing
Flash forms of skin and ink are marvels of the new world
This time it's not your timing