One Point Perspective

Dancing in my underpants
I′m gonna run for government
I’m gonna form a covers band an′ all (Stop)
Back there by the baby grand, did Mr. Winter Wonderland say
“Come ‘ere, kid, we really need to talk?”
Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought
I fantasise, I call it quits
I swim with the economists
And I get to the bottom of it for good
By the time reality hits, the chimes of freedom fell to bits
The shinin’ city on the fritz
They come out of the cracks, thirsty for blood (Stop)
Oh, just as the apocalypse finally gets prioritised
And you cry some of the hottest tears you ever cried
Multiplied by five
I suppose a singer must die
“Singsong ′Round the Money Tree”
This stunning documentary that no one else unfortunately saw
Such beautiful photography, it′s worth it for the opening scene
I’ve been driving ′round, listening to the score
Or maybe, I just imagined it all
I’ve played to quiet rooms like this before
Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought