Curby Lyrics

Rolo Tomassi Curby

Heads down with pens poised like poets
Waiting forever for that one golden moment
Idle thoughts are empty threats
Threadbare dreams with a distinct lack of vision
Isn't it time we started to live between the double clicks
Dying to try
Dying to try to try
And not fade into the background
You can pray for circumstance but I'll make my own luck