The sweet sound of patent approval. Comin' down in a not quite fog. The sweet sound of patent approval. Comin' down in powdery sparks. . The sweet sound of patent approval.
Trust was never meant for me. Stuck on sights that can't be seen. I play on what the world believes. The easy way I turn to lean. . And maybe chance, is all played out.
Blind sided but won't walk away. We all change you know I try to stay the same. You play a new face, a new game. And we've all seen better days. So look around, fallen off again.