Truman’s Show Songtext
von Surfaces

Good morning
And in case I don′t see you
Good afternoon, good evening, good night
It's getting boring
Walking in the same shoes
That I′ve tried to kick off for some time
And I'm tired of living the same old lies
When all I want is a taste of good life
Good life

I might just lay low
Turn the world off and stop chasing the same show
It's getting old
I might just stay home
Roll the dice and find a new way to let go
And just lay low, lay low


The world′s watching
It′s time I flip the script
Take a minute for myself now
And settle down
I could take off, shut the blinds
Escape the weight of all these eyes
I'm tired of living the same old life
When all I want is a taste of good life

I might just lay low
Turn the world off and stop chasing the same show
It′s getting old
I might just stay home
Roll the dice and find a new way to let go
And just lay low, lay low

Lay low
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Lay low
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh