Distraction Songtext
von Warfield

Dark alleyways, live hand grenades
With pins between our teeth we laugh
All signs are go, butterflies be damned
And legs so long that we disappear, my gaze is fixed upon the sun
Can′t look away, is this the price of fun?
The pavement blazes visible waves
It's hard to see you walking by
Time slips away, but it′s way too fast
With no excuse, and all surprise
An exit plan with hazel eyes
I pump the brakes you hit the gas

It's such a beautiful game
That we can get high on
But it's a little too late
It′s just another lifestyle you can try on


Could it be you′re a distraction?
Could it be, you're a distraction?

Those were the days, or so they say
Or maybe they′re just old and bored
Consumed by guilt, we'll just ignore
The voices grow, the ones you know
And some new, bigger, fast and strong
My days are slow, their nights are long
Backstory built from just a glance, every detail
Nothing left to chance
I suffer from an active imagination
And before it starts, I see the out
Attractions, crash-collide with doubt
I close my eyes the ghost is gone

It′s such a beautiful game
That we can get high on
But it's a little too late
It′s just another lifestyle you can try on


Could it be you're a distraction?