Passing pictures
In a smoky room
They’re all so tired of themselves
Passing moments
In a place I knew
I put my heart back on the shelf
It’s not your vice
It’s the signal that I feel
Oh it has broken
From a device
It’s the signal that I feel
Has come unwoven
Passing handshakes
As you pass it round
You’ll get higher by yourself
Your shirt’s on backwards
As you leave the room
Where you’ll get higher
By yourself
It’s not your vice
It’s the signal that I feel
Oh it has broken
From a device
It’s the signal that I feel
Has come unwoven
It’s not your vie
It’s the signal that I feel
Oh it has broken
From a device
It’s the signal that I feel
Has come unwoven