Éphémère - Contingency

Queen of suburbia
As you light your cigarette your face dissolves
In the ice-cold neon rain
In these concrete flats your days get old
Move on
Dancer in the dark
It's past half past three, the clubs now close
So where will you go?
There's no home to find, just empty roads
Move on

It's the last boat on the mainstream
Exile on indie street
All against the grain, you're
Looking for a place
To be alone
In the heart of town

Blinded by the light
Another day has caught you unaware
And you're trying to make it right
But you're ever only halfway there
Move on
So go raise your voice
Where's the melody you want to howl?
You always choose choice
As you race ahead without a goal
Move on

And we're drifting through the quicksand
While the echoes swirl around
Different and unique, and
No one really knows
To be on their own
In this market town

There was a time before this fever
We weren't afrait to miss the train
Now, preoccupied with who to be
We're fading out
In love with all the things that drain

Queen of suburbia
As you light your cigarette your face dissolves
In the ice-cold neon rain
In these concrete flats your days get old
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on

Written by:
Jan Schoenmakers

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