Read Receipt Blues
Oh, wait... is that camera on? (ahhh)
Two AM in the elevator bay
Elevator music trying to play its part But it's out of key,
falling short from the start Tourist with a map asking for the
shore Pretending that the flash was a candid score
But we both know the framing was a lie Left on read,
watching the signal die
Street-corner grandeur in the fading light
We play the role of the quiet night
Read receipt glowing in a borrowed frame
Nobody's winning but we play the game
(yeah, we play the game)
Prop in the frame,
keeping it neat Just a little checkmark on a concrete street
No need to flex when the rhythm is deep We let the
city hum while the others sleep
Elevator dinging but we missed our floor
Looking for a feeling we can't ignore
Street-corner grandeur in the fading light
We play the role of the quiet night
Read receipt glowing in a borrowed frame
Nobody's winning but we play the game
(yeah, we play the game)
Just a read receipt... (hummmm)
Yeah, two
AM.