Clay Bed Submersible - Number 12 Lyrics

I wander in
Chromatic gates
That elevate

Ride the number 12
Into space
What a way to go

Lean over the edge
We look like ants
From up here

The sparks are taking off
The time is now
A certainty

I just need someone to request
To get off of the ledge
And come to my senses

But I think that they're ready for action
Just a print in the pavement
Just another one

Oh what a luxury
My mother gave
To me

But I'm here to dissapoint
The only point
I make

So I took a last resort
To the finish line
This is the finish line

I just need someone to request
To get off of the ledge
And come to my senses

But I think that they're ready for action
Just a print in the pavement
Just another one