Renaissance

PEOPLE ARE WAITING FOR THE WORLD TO START
INSIDE THE PALM OF THEIR HANDS
NEWS FLASHING, AVALANCHE´S BLIND
OH SEND ME A LIFE BOAT
I CAN´T SWIM ALONE TO THE SHORE
SURE, I´M JUST LIKE EVERY SINGLE ONE
WHITE EYED, POLICING FEELINGS LIKE IT´S CLASSIFIED
INCORRECT
I MIGHT BE FALLING FOR THE RENAISSANCE
I´M GONNA VANISH IN A CLOUD OF SMOKE
CAN YOU BREATHE ME ALL IN UNTIL THE

THUNDER ELECTRIC KIND
IS DYING TO INTERTWINE
MAKING ME LOSE MY GROUND
LOSING IS ALL WE´LL FIND

OH I
CALL YOU ON A SATURDAY NIGHT
TO SAY THAT I STILL CARE
FIRES THAT ARE MEANT TO IGNITE
JUST NEED A LITTLE SPARK AND AIR
AND I CALL BUT YOU´RE NOT THERE

GIVE ME THE LOW EMISSION TELEPROMPTED EXIT PLAN
I GIVE UP ON TRYING TO DECODE THE LIE
I LIE, HERE WAITING FOR THE PAIN TO NUMB AWAY
IT´S OK
I KNOW I´M JUST LIKE EVERYONE OF THEM
TONGUE TIED, LOOKING FOR MEANING LIKE IT´S SANCTIFIED
DISCONNECT
SURRENDER TO THE SIDE OF INNOCENCE
I´M GONNA FADE INTO A DISTANT THOUGHT
CAN YOU HOLD ME INSIDE UNTIL THE

THUNDER ELECTRIC KIND
IS DYING TO INTERTWINE
MAKING ME LOSE MY GROUND
AND LOSING IS ALL YOU´LL FIND
OH I…

AND I CALL BUT YOU´RE NOT THERE
AND I CALL BUT YOU´RE NOT THERE
AND I CALL BUT YOU´RE NOT THERE