Greg Salwen
Utopia
Well he sits at his desk 'cause he's trying his best
To envision a future that just won't exist
A utopia
At his fingertips
And in his spare time he frowns at the sight
Of an imperfect office, on an imperfect night
From a cafe across
A Street he provides
And he swears on his soul that he's under control
And his eyes they just move because he claims he's alone
In a room filled to the brim
Letras de cancionesWith people he knows
He closes the door 'cause he knows that before
Everything was what was and it was beautiful
And it broke him half when he found out the math was wrong
So he'll sip at his drink until he falls beneath the plane that we know
And most have come to love
But he knows that it's not good enough
Yeah he knows that it's not good enough
And when there's no sound he'll scream out at hell
And hope that they hear him
And acknowledge his wishes
And force him out of this
But nothing makes a sound
When no one is around
And I think he knows that now
From Letras Mania