Songtext von Elevator Music

Try to take your own advice Trust me, do it, don't ask why Begin beacon, become an antennae Listen, I've been through it all Looking like a Cynthia doll I've got the numbers to prove Numbers are nothing at all Falling slowly I recall Elevator music Playing in my soul Layered paint on subway rails Chipped away by fingernails Idle antsy hands are sure to wear ya down A geological dig Revealing everything The inner theater kid Wish he was stealing the scene