The Motions

Watch BBC till your eyes bleed,
Can't deny you're a wannabe.
The evening's bitter, dull routine
Will be the death of me.

Can't sleep cause you're so cold,
All you want is someone to hold.
You dread the thought of getting old,
Cause you know you'll be alone.

Gaze out the window at the world thats flashing past you
Everyone else moves forward, but its too much, too soon.
(You'll never get ahead by dreaming.)

The chimes will bring nostalgia and the winter will bring want,
Cicadas are the soundtrack of the summer that you lost.
Don't try to fight the world around you,
It will hold you tight
You're going through the motions,
Another day
Another night