I sold my soul

In terms of payrolls

Nothing is bright

At solid eight

Something we know

Just after midnight

Nothing is changing

How should we aching?

I tried my luck

In patterned race

I'll take my chance

Someday, we'll find our place

It's not a convo

Nor matinée

I know my lines

Far from the heights

Something I noticed

From my tall window

No one is listening

How should we acting?

I tried my luck

In patterned race

I'll take my chance

Someday, we'll find our place