The Escape Artist

Got a feeling that you can't do anything you believe, you believe.

It's not a secret that you take back anything underneath, underneath.



Can't be blamed, won't be fooled,

Pocket full of nothing if you don't keep cool.

Out of place, don't fit in,

Never finish something if you can't begin.



Then you tell me you'll rewrite the perfect ending.



Gone without a trace.

Take a minute to mention everything that you question.

You lost the human race.

Another chip on your shoulder, got a lot to get over.

You swear you wanted this.



It's underwhelming how the day gets started. How you begin, you begin.

You wouldn't notice if the street just sounded like violins, violins.



So take a step. Start again.

It's never quite an issue to remember when.

Stomp your feet. Lose the knack.

On the way you'll figure out the best way back.



Then you tell me you'll rewrite the perfect ending.



Gone without a trace.

Take a minute to mention everything that you question.

You lost the human race.

Another chip on your shoulder, got a lot to get over.

You swear you wanted this.



Even when you walk away it feels like running.

If you turn your head a certain way,

You might see something good.

Gone without a trace.



Gone without a trace.

Take a minute to mention everything that you question.

You lost the human race.

Another chip on your shoulder, got a lot to get over.

You swear you wanted this.

Gone without a trace.

Take a minute to mention everything that you question.

You lost the human race.

Another chip on your shoulder, got a lot to get over.

You swear you wanted this.