Strange how the world seems so small sometimes
Strange how the world evolves
Round and round and round we go
Where they stop
Nobody knows
As we fall apart to our
Luxury
At the cost of us all
Poverty
Don?t let us fall
Afraid of losing what we have
Take it away and live humble
Living in the grumble
Of our tired souls
Lines of communication
Crossed along the lines
Like the wrinkle in my forehead
That the worries left behind
And the days are short
And the nights unwind
As we fall apart in
What we find in this
Luxury