The World Is My Control Room

You have only so much control
If it can happen, it will go WRONG
You never make a sound
but in my head
you come in loud & clear
The radio plays another song
for broken hearts
& tired swans

Assemble is destructive
in the torture chamber suite
This couldn’t be more unexpected
Fly on the seat of your pants
& other media clichés
Friends helping friends
What it’s all supposed to be about
Play it back
Some confusion & doubt
We’ll keep going until
the tape runs out

Throw it up
in the spotlight
Cut it loose
I’m moving on
I start to feel it on my own
& make the city feel like home

The silence rings so LOUD
in tune with the sorrow I found

Record to edit
everything
you said to me
Play it back again
Repeat

Stop Rewind
I think I’ve come undone
Breaking my intentions
I keep losing track