Prosaics - Failure текст песни

A bill of fare from which to glean while
Bathed in white light

Acquaintances
Aghast agape

Unscripted gestures made
Inventory spoiled
While bathed in white light

The figures exude unbelief
Has the inventory spoiled?
Were the gestures made quite right?
Did we tire from the toil?
Commute work commute sleep;
A bill of fare from which to glean feined intimacy

Acquantances
Aghast agape

Unscripted gestures made
Inventory spoiled
While bathed in white light

Failure
Failure