Evaporator

"Hello, this is Livewire. Got a little dust blowin' up here - hope you can still hear me. Hey guys, we're serving that skywave right over the horizon tonight. Settle back... and enjoy the ride." This gentle art of disappearing By making sense of your confinement Remember what you’re doing it for The simple act of interfering With the constraint of your environment When you can’t take it anymore Thе feeling is around me, I’m heading for the light You won’t see my facе round here no more You’re a plastic god With a torn paper crown I am done with this town, this town Evaporate I will leave no note So you won’t find out I am gone from this town, this town Evaporate I’ve set my sight on this horizon There’s nothing left for me, I’m getting out Pretend that I was not here at all So, when all around me are still sleeping And when the town is still and silent That’s when I will melt into the walls The feeling is around me, to try another life There’s nothing here to keep me anymore You’re a plastic god With a torn paper crown I am done with this town, this town Evaporate I will leave no note So you won’t find out I am gone from this town, this town Sometimes it feels like it’s too high a price To pay for the madness we’re sold as a life Sometimes it falls to a roll of the dice Then everything’s gone in the blink of an eye Give me a reason to try (Give me a reason to try) Now this is the season to fly (This is the season to fly) I’ve found a new way to survive And now you know that you are leaving Don’t say a final word, or look around Just step right up, and walk right through the door You’re a plastic god With a torn paper crown I am done with this town, this town Evaporate I will leave no note So you won’t find out I am gone from this town, this town Evaporate I’m the mist in the morning And the space in the talking I’m the pause in your breathing As you fall into dreaming I’m the name that escapes you I’m the something behind you I’m the said and the done, now On the tip of your tongue now (Turn the lights out) I’m the voice of the black light Footnote in the archive (Turn the lights out) I’m the change in the season And the rhyme in the reason (Turn the lights out) I’m the mist in the morning And the space in the talking... (Turn the lights out) (Turn the lights out) (Turn the lights out) (Turn the lights out...) (Turn the lights out...) "Good evening. This is Livewire. Comin' to you every hour, on the hour. Now where's that from?"