Wearing lonesome, a slip on dress,
Evenings, maudlin on cabarets,
Half-starving, wired for ruse, craving for a tune of gloom
It’s a crap circus and no one’s amused,
Do you have a clue on what to do?
Right my wrongs,
I’m lost along this hypotenuse
Hmm, Gray area,
Hmm, Everywhere is an arena
Hmm, hmm
Stalemate, so stale and bland,
I’ll be damned if you understand but you can’t
I’ll keep swaying, keep swaying, keep swaying,
The waves are making me sick,
And I’m straying, I’m straying,
It takes patience to stop my compass from fluctuating,
I got to hit the bricks, a much needed fix
‘Cause I can’t see through needles, no more
Hmm, Gray area
Hmm, Everywhere is an arena
Hmm, hmm
