The mirrored walls 

Never to come up 

In the American light 



Kept popping up to find 

Surrounding waves were 

To difficult to survive 

When there's no else around 



Its been a pleasure Mr., but I wont be coming back next time 

Thanks for all you've shown us but I wont be coming back

next time 



Make way toward a familiar voice 

Tunnel vision 

Never catching up 

Another endless night 



Like a sweater with a tiny tear 

Slowly unravel 

Never to be sown up 

Beyond all repair 



Its been a pleasure Mr., but I wont be coming back next time 

Thanks for all you've shown us but I wont be coming next

time 



Every day slowly dying 

Collecting without any meaning 

No ones signed up just to suffer 

This isn't how its supposed to be now 



Its been a pleasure Mr., but I wont be coming back next time 

Thanks for all you've shown us but I wont be coming back

next time