Στοίχοι: Little Beirut. Lifeboat.

Another Sunday morning selling sundials
Another way to pass the time
But the cherry blossoms were doing high-fives
It was feeling like a crime
You know you?re right We?re dying all the time
And we?re so blind But I feel fine
There?s a lifeboat On a tightrope
In my air-conditioned mind
There?s a lifeboat Stuck in my throat
And I?m running out of time
It?s a wax museum with chemical smiles
It?s enough to make you sick
With the cocoa butter on my bow tie
And your lips upon my neck
We?ll be alright I?ve loved you all my life
And it?s high time we were satisfied
Tell me what?s your pleasure Is it a pastime?
Is there a better way to die?
There?s a lifeboat On a tightrope
In my air-conditioned mind
There?s a lifeboat Stuck in my throat
And I?m running out of time
There?s a lifeboat in a blindfold
I could use a place to hide!
There?s a lifeboat