Out of Sight, Out of Mind
I've dubbed myself a martyr
Those sixties dreams in colour
Always offered front row centre
We've all felt welcome
Institutions telling me something different
It's persistence.
Our distance. For instance.
You turned up the gain
You told lies but you won't lie to my face
I'll take all the blame
If it gets me out of the rain
I'm locked out of the gate
Your spare key is gone from it's usual place.
But I'll take the blame if it gets me inside and safe.
Your dreams retreating
Been told your life it was right
Working, repeating
Subordination without a fight
While you're refusing to season.
and it's all said and done.
Look who's hairlines receding
and are you just having fun?
Out of sight at the crack of dawn again
We've reached a dead end. I think we've reached a dead end.
Retrace the familiar steps of my old man
We've reached a dead end. I think we've reached a dead end.
Writer/s: BRENDAN PILON, DEVON CLEARY, EDUARDO FONSECA ARRAES, JACOB ROBERT SARAY, JARED ZUCKERMAN
