Lyrics

Skyscrapers, shinning corridors Everything gets through revolving doors Fixing his tie and shaking hands Music on elevators There he goes again Walking in golden daffodils Looking for a bunch of laughing pills "Have you ever seen revolving doors Calling you to change your face again?" Holding a black briefcase and a soul being under control All in your suit, your look, your tears in the end you will choke There he goes again And I know there's a girl Lying under the bridge She'll just sit there and stare Celebrate your defeat And you'll be asking for more, always asking for more