Yawner

And I will die sitting up
With a modesty for makeup
My colours laying thin
My layers uneven

The sun will rise, a plaster bust
With a catch-all phrase for airports
Put on your jazz voice
Put on your jazz voice

You know I've got time for another
And don't worry
I'm eyeballing it

God, I know I've been fooled
God, I know I've been fooled
God, I know I've been fooled
God, I know I've been fooled
Into lack of feeling

God, I know I've been fooled
God, I know I've been fooled
God, I know I've been fooled
God, I know I've been fooled
Into lack of feeling