Poets Of The Fall

This is my toothpaste moment.
Oh, I’ll need to flash a smile.
I’ll be the super-absorbent-man,
Watch them flock to me in single file.
And I’ll need to do it with style,
I need to keep me up to date…
Swallowing the sun, run another mile,
It’s overrated how we underrate.
I dance in tune with what I fear
To do adrenaline;
Completely rapt with what I hear,
When passion colors everything…
The songs I sing from way out there to deep within,
The face I wear behind my grin,
The price I pay for my original sin,
Everything, everything, everything…
I have a mind for simple things,