Revolving Doors

Skyscrapers, shinning corridors
Everything gets through revolving doors
Fixing his tie and shaking hands
Music on elevators
There he goes again
Walking in golden daffodils
Looking for a bunch of laughing pills

"Have you ever seen revolving doors
Calling you to change your face again?"

Holding a black briefcase and a soul being under control
All in your suit, your look, your tears in the end you will choke
There he goes again

And I know there’s a girl
Lying under the bridge
She‘ll just sit there and stare
Celebrate your defeat
And you'll be asking for more, always asking for more