Glowworms - Young Galaxy

From a throne at the back of the bus

In the transit kingdom

Tracing my finger

Over ghosts of the living

I’m inevitable

In the rich man’s world

We’re unenviable

In the rich man’s world

Turn from the fantasies of youth

Into the night, alone, together

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And I’m looking at you

Did you play the part?

Did you get on your knees

And betray your heart?

Could you say that it’s down

When you know that it’s up?

When your instinct tells you

That it’s never enough

Into the field of floating lights

We make the rounds, alone, together

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