this modern urban sparkle
caught my eye
success - the civic promise
told the lie
maybe if we build it bigger
maybe six or seven figures
then this restlessness would subside

seems like the commute is getting longer
through polluted air
seems like the route
we're getting wrong
we're not getting anywhere
it's like a moving target
we'd have to shoot the stars to get there

this is not the way
i'm meant to be
i've got empty spaces
inside of me
From worlds away
From deep to deep
I’ve got empty spaces
Inside of me

is there any difference between selling out
and buying in?
are we grasping at straws
or chasing the wind?
I wanna be alive not just making a living
satisfied and not just breaking even