"Showtime!" lyrics

"Showtime!"

Can I just watch?
Observe the things I'm not
A carnival in silver
Bodies intertwined
I resist the urge
Of a quiet life
I hide behind the blinds
Hit me, hit me, hit me

Myth, make me
Watch you watching me
Well it's all I need
Obtain me
Just watch you watching me
Well it's all I need
Myth, make me
Just watch you watching me
Well, it's all I need
It's all I need

Can I just watch?
Observe the things I'm not
A carnival in silver
Bodies intertwined
You could be my angel star
You could be my footnote

Showtime
Fourteen stories high
I'll hit the big time
Show
You are not so nice
Nice
Fourteen stories high

And my lens
And my eyes
They follow you down
To the factory
I play dumb
Smoke screen
Behind blinds
I can't be seen
A swan song
Falling fast
Onto 12th street
Cross in hand
And I just
Laugh

I just laugh
I just laugh
I just laugh
I just laugh


Writer(s): Oliver Judge, Laurie Nankivell, Arthur Leadbetter, Louis Borlase, Anton Pearson
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