Rolo Tomassi Curby Lyrics
Curby by Rolo Tomassi
Heads down with pens poised like poets,
Waiting forever for that one golden moment.
Idle thoughts are empty threats
Threadbare dreams with a distinct lack of vision
Isn't it time we started to live between the double clicks
Dying to try.
Dying to try to try
And not fade into the background.
You can pray for circumstance but I'll make my own luck.
Waiting forever for that one golden moment.
Idle thoughts are empty threats
Threadbare dreams with a distinct lack of vision
Isn't it time we started to live between the double clicks
Dying to try.
Dying to try to try
And not fade into the background.
You can pray for circumstance but I'll make my own luck.