So you're a writer but can you hear this?
You've been chasing circles all across those pages.
Another landslide and they're all cheering,
Got your people outside every doorway listening.

Bring it back to mine, slip back into line,
It's harder to deny so bring it back.

You'd take my own mind to hide your old lies
And try to save face if only just to rise above us.
So lie in wait there and toast your genius,
Raise your glass high while everything around you crumbles.

Bring it back to mine, slip back into line,
It's harder to deny, it's harder when you
Go sailing past this place, take that trip back round.
All a game planned in your mind, take that trip back round.
These last days have multiplied the thoughts you hoped to hide
As you go sailing past your soul, take that trip back round.