This is a runaway
This train is going overboard
It was the fast lane
You reserved for getting comfortable
You took a photograph
Back before you knew which way was up
Now we’re fading out
Like a Polaroid under the sun
These days feels like fiction’s run its course
I’m blotching the distance
With this ditch in the snow
This is a runaround
You’re such a liar; you want a tug of war
‘Cause we’re all sick of the same running in place
Battle that you choose to ignore
And with clear eyes open
I see you in a different light
How can you justify your addiction
And feed your appetite?
These days feels like fiction’s run its course
I’m blotching the distance
With this ditch in the snow
credits
from Light Headed,
released March 25, 2011
Written by Alex Schneiderman, Brett Morris, Sean Whalen
Alex Schneiderman - Lead vocals, Guitar
Brett Morris - Lead guitars
Tal Weinman - Bass, Backup Vocals
Sean Whalen - Drums