Inner Vacume

It's turning half past midnight
Where’s the guarantee?
Shooting through a vacume
Running out of birthdays
I saw you standing there
Built without a flaw

It's someone's world
It’s someone's world

They're not altogether righteous
If adjustments made just right
I have not upturned new members
Don't turn your back on me
Living in this life-style
I have nothing more to say
You can have your fools and heroes
You can have your victory

It's someone's world
It's someone's world

Buildings built like beaches
Dripping off the land
Sand in the soup bowl
Gray day on the campsite

It’s someone’s world
It's someone’s world