كلمات Hallways

They'll never find us Painting a self portrait Painting ourselves into position We'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug My face is pushed against the glass Like a slowest-second-better Off and thrown from the horse's back But i know what i am, is there a trouble with that? Hanging round hallways Trying to get a bird's eye view Little by little (2x) They bow their heads to pray for friday night To save their lives and then They go on through life armed with a scale from one to ten Hanging round hallways Like to feel like we're going somewhere And the thinner the air becomes The more we feel at home The more we feel I heard her on the phone She said, you said, had a good day Didn't we? (x3) And hanging round hallways Like to feel like we're going somewhere And the thinner the air becomes The more we feel She said that's entertainment But he didn't wanna know He carried the shopping bag She carried them both