Zeitgeist Testo

Tight short jogging
Lengthy mirror lacking
In the company of strangers
Each a version of yourself
Angsty flavoured whispers
Dwelling upon throat clears
Two wicks begin a same point journey
And relieved, sigh at the sight of phlegm

There’s something in the air There’s something in the air
There’s something in the air
There’s a storm coming

Plastic pint cup binging
Lacking ear ringing
Three wheeled maniac does a spin
As mother’s gripping digits rigid
Steer clear from the choker
The weekend chain smoker
And the hot headed reveller
Who’s as calm as the tideless sea

There’s something in the air
There’s something in the air
There’s something in the air
There’s a storm coming

Tempted by an offer
Non-refundable, no warranty Of course a taken upon deed
Grab all the novelties you can
Worn out rule enforcer
Flaunt and fiddler scolder
No longer shall thee clutch so tight
A deed thee did not write

There’s something in the air
There’s something in the air
There’s something in the air
There’s a storm coming

Never giving uppers
Obstinate and rightly so
These kings will not abdicate
And why in King’s name would they?
Futile notions plaguing
Locked cage doors erupting
A healthy state of being
Is not the state we’re tasting

Blue is the colour of the month
Blue is the colour of the year
Blue is not the heavy sky above us
There’s a storm coming

There’s something in the air
There’s something in the air
There’s something in the air
There’s a storm coming