I have got to get out of this town because this
rusticness is bringing me down. It's alright to live
inside a while, I guess, but I can't stand this
desolateness. The world is a movie and we are the cast,
but I'm in slow motion and you are moving too fast. Walk
out the door, this town's a bore and so are you. What do
we do? There's no attraction, no distraction from this
world and people so cold, so caught up in superficiality.
Look outside, what do you see? Plain roofs, caught in a
loop. I can't escape. The world is a movie and we are the
cast, but I'm in slow motion and we are moving too fast.
The world is a movie and we are the cast, but I'm in slow
motion and we are moving too fast.