Deaf Radio 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
