Newscaster - Ponchiatory Lyrics

When you get far away
You've got nothing to say
Lace your fingers in clay
Fast forward, rewind, then play
Well, you get far away
What's the trouble in staying?
Wash off the stain
Of spilt milk in the vein

Ha ha ha ha, the last laugh is empty

Your hands to face
Well there you go
When you split both the ways
Resigned or displaced
Surveying the land
Roots where you stand
Pulled by the plane
Marks difference the same

Slipped
Well
In a mirrored hall

Had to cancel plan
Burned my papers in hand
Classical, search for the stage
Then roll off what you pave

Out of view