Troy Kingi - First Take Strut lyrics
[Troy Kingi - First Take Strut lyrics]
A clear film over me
Makes a laminated nosebleed
And my ability to feel – a loneliness
I keep close to my chest
Floating over the motel
Nobody giving me more towels
Too much time to kill
Pink script on the windowsill
I need to find a way to tear up
‘Cause you can tell if it’s made up
Lighting up the place illuminates your face
See through your flaws
You can hide everything but the eyes
Only experience gonna find ways to sell lies
Improvise your way out of a tight spot
No way you’re ever gonna get
It on the first take
Everybody stand in line
Giving digit's like a valentine
You ain’t nothing but a number
(nothing but a number)
We ain’t getting younger
Since I stumbled into your line of work –
I know I’m late to the fold
So I’ll do what I’m told (I can’t say no)
Ain’t never been nobody’s hot stuff
Did I give too much or not enough?
Costume on the wall
Best bit's left on the cutting room floor
You can hide everything but the eyes
Only experience gonna find ways to sell lies
Improvise your way out of a tight spot
No way you’re ever gonna get
It on the first take
This is a Façade
What you see is only the scars
Holding true to the authentic you
Fray at the seams
Perfect pictures ain’t what they seem
Tired eyes they can’t sleep they just scheme
There is a story to tell
Gather your people need new personnel
Cause a tall tale’s a hard one to sell
The blind leading the blind
In the end – you can’t hide from your mind
Flawed is how we are designed
Makes a laminated nosebleed
And my ability to feel – a loneliness
I keep close to my chest
Floating over the motel
Nobody giving me more towels
Too much time to kill
Pink script on the windowsill
I need to find a way to tear up
‘Cause you can tell if it’s made up
Lighting up the place illuminates your face
See through your flaws
You can hide everything but the eyes
Only experience gonna find ways to sell lies
Improvise your way out of a tight spot
No way you’re ever gonna get
It on the first take
Everybody stand in line
Giving digit's like a valentine
You ain’t nothing but a number
(nothing but a number)
We ain’t getting younger
Since I stumbled into your line of work –
I know I’m late to the fold
So I’ll do what I’m told (I can’t say no)
Ain’t never been nobody’s hot stuff
Did I give too much or not enough?
Costume on the wall
Best bit's left on the cutting room floor
You can hide everything but the eyes
Only experience gonna find ways to sell lies
Improvise your way out of a tight spot
No way you’re ever gonna get
It on the first take
This is a Façade
What you see is only the scars
Holding true to the authentic you
Fray at the seams
Perfect pictures ain’t what they seem
Tired eyes they can’t sleep they just scheme
There is a story to tell
Gather your people need new personnel
Cause a tall tale’s a hard one to sell
The blind leading the blind
In the end – you can’t hide from your mind
Flawed is how we are designed