Troppo

There's a strangeness on the block

Shifting movement in half light

Around the bend

Boxing 5 o'clock

 

Sequence stumbles into sequence

Through a waking state of wailing walls

Feel the tension in the eyes

Hooded for the strike

 

Glissade behind

Tiptoeing, take the stride

The roulette wheel spins direction

To the moment that the next step brings

 

Feel the future in the eyes

A sudden shift in the light

 

The shadows are still

The instinct's to survive

Breath sharpened into hard prayer

Lost life last movement gone

 

Les jeux sont fait

Songtext: Cross, David