Cameo
I heard you talking
Your voice had an old melody
Like sweet river water
Back from the bathroom
Moon in your hair
Late revival
It was a short walk home
I take my time
I check my sides
My head revolving
My soul divides
My feet collide
I want to make amends
My sense was off
My knees were rolled
My eyes were sweaty
My arms were heavy
I reappeared, except a faded song
A vision of a real thing
You take a high wire jump
You feel time dripping away
Falling in the burning room
You feel time dripping away
And I wait for the moment to come
And I watch all the minutes run
I take my time
My head revolving
A second chance
A deviation
You take a high wire jump
You feel time dripping away
Falling in the burning room
You feel time dripping away
I put myself in a letter
I send myself on the power lines
A picture of yourself in the future
And nation in the plains
Beyond the frames
Two figurines on the melter
You find yourself, again, on holiday
I feel it in my brain
Do you feel the same?
I can't be ignored on video
You take a high wire jump
You feel time dripping away
Falling in the burning room
You feel time dripping away
Writer/s: Marcel Tussie, Tom Russo, Joe Russo, Fran Keaney, Joe White
