Mesmerized in a trance-like stare
Seeing reflections in the glass’s glare
And wanting to ignore the ringing phone
To pretend and act like no one’s home
And I’ve stopped searching for the answers today
And I’ll just flow with the mood of the music instead
And the strangest dreams chase sleep away
With news foretold of the coming day
The familiarity serves to permeate
The warming air of this awful place
And I’ve stopped searching for the answers today
And I’ll just flow with the mood of the music instead