Sister City - Attenborough Blues lyrics

Burning interest as if it's incense Taking in the scent Of someone else's cigarette Water to the lungs Words on the tips of our tongues I've left but I'm still leaving Got caught between the floor, the walls, and ceiling Swore I saw the closing, the floating The atoning final moments, I've seen the omens The symbols and speech How every “us” only ever meant “me” Opposite my musings Is a four letter word I call choosing And I'm still reconstructing a plan The first in a long line of last stands Always fighting something back Like there's something in that For the moment it's a miracle To be so unapologetically material On the shoulders of giants We are the weight that breaks the backs of better men For the moment it's a prison cell Make yourself comfortable and maybe even sleep a spell We'll speak but we don't have to do it now Shout out to my silhouettes The shadows as our sustenance Steady while the sun ascends It's a slap across the face Toward starting to consider another way And getting better but it's still hard to concentrate On days as days Rather than a contest Who best can cut their losses For the moment it's a miracle To be so unapologetically material On the shoulders of giants We are the weight that breaks the backs of better men For the moment it's a prison cell Make yourself comfortable and maybe even sleep a spell We'll speak but we don't have to do it now If there's dignity in indignation, then I'm a shining example of greatness But if there's integrity in integration, then I'm a sad excuse for A primate blessed with common sense With empathy and with arrogance I am swinging from the trees I am crawling out of the sea