One Point Perspective

Dancing in my underpants I’m gonna run for government I’m gonna form a covers band and all                 And back there by the baby grand Didn’t Mr. Winter Wonderland Say come here kid we really need to talk?               Bear with me man I lost my train of thought                     I fantasise and call it quits I swim with the economists And I get to the bottom of it for good           By the time when reality hits The chimes of freedom fall to bits The shining city on the fritz       They come out of the cracks thirsty for blood                                     Just as the apocalypse finally gets prioritised |                                  And you cry some of the hottest tears You never cried multiplied by five                 I suppose the singer must die                 Solo                Singsongs around the money tree This stunning documentary that no one else unfortunately saw                           Such beautiful photography it’s worth it for the opening scene I’ve been driving ’round listening to the score            Or maybe I just imagined it all         I’ve played to quiet rooms like this before         Bear with me man I lost my train of thought        (         ) (         )