Empty Atlas - Famous Friends Lyrics

You stand there talking to your famous friends
I'll be a tether to the life you led before
A human image of your humble upbringing
I am statue still and pointed to the door
Silver spoons eating up your stories
Getting locked in that old attic, hearing ghostly wails
You're down to earth. I'm just ordinary
A hapless stowaway on your upward trail
But we were brothers once, you and I
Have you finally gone dim from the glorious light
That surrounds you at all times
I'd hold up fingers, but you won't look me in the eye
Bronze of skin. White of teeth. Red of wine
Blue of face. Black of heart. Clear of mind
You stand there talking to your famous friends
I'll be imagining their plans get overturned
But it's not too late to leave this acting rich and talking cheap
We could just laugh and watch the mansions burn