#1
it takes a tick for you to fib
and rob the moment of it's fizz
a sentence hangs upon your lip
but it never drops

inaudible the truth it creeps
from the corner of your eye it seeps
into your double over ice
it seems to me that's a metaphor

and the atmosphere bends
the room into unusual shapes
contorts the audience into the frame
now you've got centre stage...

as always look, the lights they're rigged
to the point that when you send a signal off
they angle into flattery
it's just another misdirection

and the atmosphere bends
the room into unusual shapes
contorts the audience into the frame
now you've got centre stage

it takes a sec for it to snap
back into what I've got the knack for
the little conversations
that we always forgot to have

and the atmosphere bends
the room into unusual shapes