So Far So Good - Sims

Just a couple of weeks ago I was in Minneapolis, St. Paul Airport

I was walking down the hall and all of a sudden I was confronted

With a big poster, which said something to the effect of:

«Are you tired, exhausted, hurried, and harried?

If so, we can take you away from all this in an escape machine»

«An escape machine?», you might ask

But you see, the really vital question:

«Why am I tired, exhausted, hurried, and harried?»

This question is what I ask

The whole world’s turning out just for you

Just for you ' Just for you

The moon’s burning out now just for you

Just for you ' Just for you

The whole world’s turning out just for you

Just for you ' Just for you

The moon’s burning out now just for you

Just for you ' Just for you

You’ve got the world on a string now, don’t you?

(Don't you?)

It moves to the speed of your hands

Commanded at the snap of your digits

You can spin it how you wanna spin it ' I’m just here to visit

Just passing through ' Maybe kick a few notes, you know

But I’ve been tone-deaf since my girl left, and it shows

Building a fire ' Looking for footprints in the snow

Tap dancing on landmines, angels bled letters and dead valentines

The red Jettas, the vendettas, and tapped landlines

And I’m on standby

And maybe it’s the greatest maladaptation of our time

Overworked and underpaid, the way we waste our minds, right?

Barely staying afloat in the exponential growth

So we tried out Exit Stencil ' Sketch our own

We still feel the hands that are wrapped around our throats

We stumble home, fumbling for control of the debris

But it’s hard to hold our weight

So we wear poker faces and keep switchblades up our sleeves

We are boxers fighting off the frost

Choking on pride, exhausted and lost

Now we survive, for what it’s worth

Finding our way with the filament burnt

Lights out

We don’t have time for passion anymore

It’s all metal poses and plastic petal roses

We don’t have time for passion anymore

It’s all metal poses and plastic petal roses

We don’t have time for passion anymore

It’s all metal poses and plastic petal roses

We don’t have time