Vice Lyrics

State of the art

Don't trickle-down

Be more direct

That is more profound

It slipped my mind

That I had blocked it all out

When I saw you again

I remember now

Our bodies are mostly water

So when the moon is full, don't bother

Hunker down

Wait it out

Join the weather underground

Our victory lap

Was never completed

The cockpit is taken

I will not stay seated

Quit the vice

But right now I need it

Clean and bright

Desperate for meaning

The lights are on

But nobody is home

Too many nautical miles

Have been spent here alone

Don't know where we're going

No windows

To see out from

Instead, image the outcome

This quiet corner's overcrowded

The exits surrounded

They've made the announcement

The lights are on

But nobody is home

Too many nautical miles

Have been spent here alone