Title: Life As a Spectator
Words and music by Adam King
Life as a spectator never really made sense
Watching them go like cats and dogs, while I'm still sitting on
the fence
And life's going quick, but at least it revolves around me
Compassion is over-rated, as long as I'm keeping busy
This job as a depressed writer isn't cramping my style
Cause it's easy to be pretty when no one's criticising your smile
Chorus:
I'm groping in the dark
Flashes of light blinding me
Growing cold in my art
Is there something beyond this misery?
My life flashes by like it got thrown by electric wire
So I guess I'll buy your story, as long as you've got points for
the frequent flyer
Cause life's going quick, but at least it revolves around me
I've got a lot of love for them, as long as they've got enough
for me
And I approve this crude Creator, cause he colour-coordinates
to my tastes
And I dare not call him Father, cause what if his mom gets irate?
Chorus:
I'm groping in the dark
Flashes of light blinding me
Growing cold in my art
Is there something beyond this mystery?
