Fuselage Songtext
von Tom Lark

This old face don′t look the way it used to heal
Now these eyes sympathize for what you used to feel
Looking back, I am sure of the fact
I am repeating myself, repeating myself

Just waitin'
I know everything is right and wrong in stages
Fear every virtue will return into frustration
Every time zone is a twilight zone of patience
A cycle run of spiral tribulations
When I look back, I am repeating myself, repeating myself


On the 500 with a one-track mind
I don′t feel so lost, got a fuse in mind
I don't feel so lost, I don't seem so wide

Eye on shade, maze of mirrors, shaking down my soul
Tunnel of loathe road to ruin, it′s the freeway toll
Looking back, I am sure of the fact I am repeating myself

In the grand final, revvin′ up real loud
I don't feel so lost, got a fuse in mind
I don′t feel so lost, I don't seem so wide

I don′t feel so lost, got a fuse in mind
I don't feel so lost, I don′t seem so wide