They say the city never sleeps
but i still feel alone before the dawn
between success and human sacrifice
a fine line not ment for man or god
and theres tension in the air cut without a reason
a mirroman hanging from the ceiling
my own reflectiontells me dont look down
and ive been hanging on for a bit too long
cause im drawn to this feeling
like a fly to a light bulb
a fool to the ages caught in a cruel sun
Im drawn to this feeling like a fly to a light bulb
And ive been hanging on just a bit too long
they say that everybodys got a right
i feel so lost they must be wrong
between the morning and her sleeping eyes
im dancing blindly through the smog
cause im drawn to this feeling
like a fly to a light bulb
a fool of the ages caught in a cruel sun
im drawn to this feeling like a fly to a light bulb
And ive been hanging on just a bit too long