ATAXIA lyrics - Ethiopian Song

ATAXIA
"Ethiopian Song"

Man, I know it has to be good
Moving the fight to the words
Tense words endanger design
Plans moving hit the world twice
Hands, grabbing this majesty light
Glance, Over there into the night

His old worlds he does intoxicate
His own hands are farther in decades
We're meant to be a play
We're meant to be a play
We're meant to be a play

Bands, down the hall
Don't know they're small
Im picking out the day
When I will be upstage
Im picking out the day
Picking out the day

Fans, large and small
Short and tall
Fall out to their final day
Fall out to their final day
Fall out to their final day
Fall out to their final day

Lines, too hard to recall
See into the wall
Gather caught grey
Gather caught grey
Gather caught grey

When, I get the room I will play
Where, they laugh like it is the shame
Friends don't tend to use
Friends don't tend to use
Friends don't tend to use
Friends don't tend to use

Plans, which have already been made
Advance, 'twards the day after their day
They're making plans for you
They're making plans for you
They're making plans for you
They're making plans for you