Famous Friends - Live at Dipping Vat Studio Songtext
von Empty Atlas

You stand there talking to your famous friends
I′ll be a tether to the life you led before
A human image of your humble upbringing
I am statue still and pointed to the door

Silver spoons eating up your stories
Getting locked in that old attic, hearing ghostly wails
You're down to earth. I′m just ordinary
A hapless stowaway on your upward trail


But we were brothers once, you and I
Have you finally gone dim from the glorious light
That surrounds you at all times
I'd hold up fingers, but you won't look me in the eye

Bronze of skin. White of teeth. Red of wine
Blue of face. Black of heart. Clear of mind

You stand there talking to your famous friends
I′ll be imagining their plans get overturned
But it′s not too late to leave this acting rich and talking cheap
We could just laugh and watch the mansions burn