OLD - In the City Lyrics

In the city for a week or two
I roll the dice to find that antithetical blue
A new voice now, outside of the old one

If a picture separates reality from the past
And an infinity spans between this moment and glass
Can I ask you to spare a second

I've been from this thought for a little too long
I can barely hold on to what makes it feel wrong
A dreadful untouchable solace

A rhythmic elevator on the edge of a trace
That comes to define an undefinable place
Please spare me the linguistic montage

Don't you know the time
The timekeeper asks me sometimes
It's a photo opportunity to accept it, a business decision of mine

I just won't die if I'm voracious enough
If I keep my friends as teachers and my life is enough
Cmon point that gun at me
Because when I transcend I'm going back to the city

An inconvenient self a habitual bomb
The endless recompense of an office meeting long
A dedicated public servant

A formation of pretentious diabolical peace
That you have to swallow whole but doesn't help in the least
Don't worry, I forgot the charge card

Wonderful walks, wonderful talks
The dialects let out for an evening
I bought too quickly, an equator reminder

And now that the conversations
Back with friends and the kitchens looking healthy with disposable din
I'd like to, like down for a moment

Don't you know the time
The timekeeper asks me sometimes
It's a photo opportunity to accept it, a business decision of mine