Banks
Not On Tour
Bank of worries and fears, wish there was some magic in this world
I would pay so much to change this in a second, mumbling two words and tapping his fingers
I would pay to see how everything goes easy, maybe I’m lazy, or just live in fear
Maybe I’m the pigeon who lives on the hat, waiting for that long fly
Gotta read the words out louder, the truth left standing in the corner
Watching the lies take the rest of us
Taking position for the war against ourselves, leading the way to self ignorance
Maybe I’m the pigeon who lives in the hat