I'm sitting
In the theatre
And nobody is standing on their head
In the theatre
I will find a way
To be what I want to stay
I try to think of your lovely face
But in the depths of outer space
Nobody can hear you dream
And no one wants to fall asleep
I'm quitting
My day job
Cause I never get to play the flute
I fit right in
As a grey cog, oh
But now it's time to burn the business suit
(And I) (And I) and I wanna fly all the way to mars
Ten million beating hearts
So they'll run the show
Right out of their phones, but
We'll be alone again
I'm sitting
In the theatre
And wondering just who you are