High Rise

HIGH RISE

There's a bar
Of light through the curtains
Car alarms cry
With the neighbour's pets
And it's all so typically suburban
Put the kettle on
Make the bed

There's a star
Some kid discovered
It's so far away
It's already dead
As the morning fills our head with numbers
Check the trains
Burn the bread

We just couldn't escape
Living that way
Spinning the plates
Aaaaa
We just couldn't escape
Living that way
(Aaaaaahaa)
(Aaaa)

It's overblown cinerama
That I crave all of the time
It's a ground-hog kitchen sink drama
It's perfectly fine
It's why we're losing our minds

We just couldn't escape
Living that way
Spinning the plates
Thinning the paints
We just couldn't escape
Living that way
(Aaaaaahaa)
(Aaaa)