The blue light, it falls. It bounces out into the halls
Reflects back off the mirror. I can't even hear her
I don't know if she's even there. Insincerity in the air
There's boxes on the table, filled with meaningless fables
Come sit down and tell me how
Your personality's reeling now
Show the way to the right way in
How can you start if you don't know where to begin?
These sounds they make no sense, tell you they're not worth a pence. They're not richer
These lights that I've seen, I can't tell you what you mean. Too bright for these eyes
These floors that line the halls, want me at their beckoning call
The machine up on that stage, wants me to start a clean new slate
Kim Normal - Right Way In Lyrics
Kim Normal - Right Way In Lyrics
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The blue light, it falls. It bounces out into the halls
Reflects back off the mirror. I can't even hear her
I don't know if she's even there. Insincerity in the air
There's boxes on the table, filled with meaningless fables
Come sit down and tell me how
Your personality's reeling now
Show the way to the right way in
How can you start if you don't know where to begin?
These sounds they make no sense, tell you they're not worth a pence. They're not richer
These lights that I've seen, I can't tell you what you mean. Too bright for these eyes
These floors that line the halls, want me at their beckoning call
The machine up on that stage, wants me to start a clean new slate
Reflects back off the mirror. I can't even hear her
I don't know if she's even there. Insincerity in the air
There's boxes on the table, filled with meaningless fables
Come sit down and tell me how
Your personality's reeling now
Show the way to the right way in
How can you start if you don't know where to begin?
These sounds they make no sense, tell you they're not worth a pence. They're not richer
These lights that I've seen, I can't tell you what you mean. Too bright for these eyes
These floors that line the halls, want me at their beckoning call
The machine up on that stage, wants me to start a clean new slate
Writer: Carl Giannelli
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave