Lyrics:
Vacantly stood with these glazed eyes looking down,
Blurred lines bubble in my cup, think I'm fizzing out,
Well I don't hear a sound as I'm reaching out to you,
I'm not looking for the fix that I got used too.
I get a little rusty,
So won't you spare me some time,
Doesn't it destroy your soul like it does mine,
When nothing that we do is fine,
Every high we get the lie that says the water's turned into wine,
Well I've been twisting out, I've been twisting out the screws,
and I'm not looking for the fix that I got used too,
Chasing rabbits down holes, there's a Chesire watching me,
the Yellow brick road to nowhere I know is where I go,
Seen the road lead to nowhere before.
