Testo The Radio

Figure eights inside your pretty pupils
Looking for an answer still just hear the radio
In a web of lost and empty spiders feeding on the truth and sulking when it's silent
Interviewed a mammal seven different species
We're all the same
The same pretty cretins

I'm exhausted from this puzzle It's laid out plain to see but right in front of me
It pirouettes and I writhe in vain
But I can't detach from the pressure in my veins
And I'm still like a tomb or a choir that's calling out for peace
Sometimes you remember and sometimes you just dream but won't you

Believe
We'll shake it off our backs, don't you see success is what it is
When you dream don't let yourself go

I'm so worn out from this puzzle
It's laid out plain to see but right in front of me
It pirouettes and I writhe in vain
But I can't detach from the pressure in my veins
And I'm still like a tomb or a choir that's calling out for peace Sometimes you remember and sometimes you just dream but won't you

Figure eights inside your pretty pupils
Looking for an answer still just hear the radio
In a web of lost and empty spiders feeding on the truth and sulking when it's silent
Interviewed a mammal seven different species
We're all the same
The same pretty cretins