Lowercase - The Spires

Blowing smoke in my mind’s eye

I imagine Sunday as the clouds go by

Well there’s a certain kind of light

Like a luminous cat in my window at night

West Coast, fret buzz, electric sky fly by

Trapped in this place, trapped in this place

I wrote my name on the wall

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I make plans that make me happy

Like staring down the wizard’s well

There is no then, there’s only now

Can’t you tell, can’t you tell

Well the dust is gonna raze

And I’m lost in this maze

Trapped in this place, trapped in this place

I wrote my name on the wall

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