Lyrics to Permaglow
If you’re alone must be the hardest of things
With only four walls to hold you in
Alone, nobody sticking like glue, tending your light, tending to you.
No one to laugh at your jokes, be scared of your ghosts, pick you up when you’re broken, speak the unspoken
Listen at night when your dreams running riot, and the ways of the world make you wonder
The screen is permaglow no fireflies hovering
The door is always closed no one is bothering
Now we’re slaves to the system a machine that won’t slow
Issued a number and ready to roll
Camera is all seeing, there’s no sense in believing
George Orwell was right, we had to wait a bit longer
Till the lassoo was stronger
Now it’s filament fine like a Clare Valley wine
You can’t see it but it’s tougher than a piece of fence wire
The line between a full life and terminal decline is filled out by the passengers
We’re just marking time
It’s said no ones’ an island, nor in meant to be
Staring at the night sky what’s become of me
The screen is permaglow no fireflies hovering
The door is always closed no one is bothering
God of the schoolyard shut out by the noise
Last rites and the feasting, men acting like boys
Tossed around by a whirlpool of envy and rage
Is this how homo sapiens remember their days?
With only four walls to hold you in
Alone, nobody sticking like glue, tending your light, tending to you.
No one to laugh at your jokes, be scared of your ghosts, pick you up when you’re broken, speak the unspoken
Listen at night when your dreams running riot, and the ways of the world make you wonder
The screen is permaglow no fireflies hovering
The door is always closed no one is bothering
Now we’re slaves to the system a machine that won’t slow
Issued a number and ready to roll
Camera is all seeing, there’s no sense in believing
George Orwell was right, we had to wait a bit longer
Till the lassoo was stronger
Now it’s filament fine like a Clare Valley wine
You can’t see it but it’s tougher than a piece of fence wire
The line between a full life and terminal decline is filled out by the passengers
We’re just marking time
It’s said no ones’ an island, nor in meant to be
Staring at the night sky what’s become of me
The screen is permaglow no fireflies hovering
The door is always closed no one is bothering
God of the schoolyard shut out by the noise
Last rites and the feasting, men acting like boys
Tossed around by a whirlpool of envy and rage
Is this how homo sapiens remember their days?
