Acetone Angels

Dreams in technicolor have faded
Prepare to make a stand
The odds are long, there is no mention
Of favor goin' round
Made it out of the hairpin turn
The
Cublicle and elevators
Always checkin' to watch for suicide
We’ve lost communication
We’re out on our own
We’ve lost communication
We’re out on our own
Fools we are
Faraway stone skipping over this town
dance in their wake
Bitter lives for chances passed over
Complaining
I tell you I cared and then some
Then I’d finally go
Circus hearts and mind
We’ve lost communication
We’re out on our own
We’ve lost communication
We’re out on our own
Fools we are
Fools we are
Fools we are