Runway Markings

Oh, isn't it a pity That we mostly dance alone In a distant self-reflection Revolved around our own Marvel galaxies of dream reality We're painters of a picture that no one else can see And you reach out through that wall of glass *travelling* stage at last And you're running from the promises That have been made to you in the past All those *belly-out* Tourette nights Filled with snowy little white lies Scattered out like cold rain jazz lines There's a pulling restless wild eyes Screwed myself and I see twighlight Squad leader drop the white light I would like to fly alone Everybody is now a daby And bourbon clouds fill out the room Everybody smiles like candy The wrongly map start to Uu And you reach out through that wall of glass You're travelling the stage at last And you're running from the promises That you have made way back in the past You're a stranger in a house of glass And you need too much too fast And you're floating down an endless stream And you're waiting for the crash