Doors kept opening around
The mirrored walls
Never to come up
In the American light
Kept popping up to find
Surrounding waves were
To difficult to survive
When there's no else around
Its been a pleasure Mr, but I wont be coming back next time
Thanks for all you've shown us but I wont be coming back next time
Make way toward a familiar voice
Tunnel vision
Never catching up
Another endless night
Like a sweater with a tiny tear
Slowly unravel
Never to be sown up
Beyond all repair
Its been a pleasure Mr, but I wont be coming back next time
Thanks for all you've shown us but I wont be comingnext time
Every day slowly dying
Collecting without any meaning
No ones signed up just to suffer
This isn't how it's supposed to be now
Its been a pleasure Mr, but I wont be coming back next time
Thanks for all you've shown us but I wont be coming back next time