Nothing Nouveau


All you hear are violins.

They’re watching.
They’re talking.
There’s chatter in the back, and you know.
Your patience is low. 
It’s louder.
It’s closer.
You’re looking to escape even though.
There’s nowhere to go. 

So you just close your eyes and fall inside again.
The morning news proclaim you’ve lost your mind again, again.

The intermission rolls in, and you know you just can’t win.
When the critics arise, with a glint in their eyes, it’s wearing thin.
The intermission rolls in, and you know you're caving in.
Reputation aside, your achievements denied, it begins.
But all you hear are violins. 

Applauding.
They’re leaving.
Disappointment in the air, and you know.
Momentum is slow.
The papers,
Are printing.
The headlines in the morning will show -
‘It’s nothing nouveau’
[Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha]

So you just close your eyes.
So you just close your eyes and fall inside again.
The morning news proclaim you’ve lost your mind again, again.

The intermission rolls in, and you know you just can’t win.
When the critics arise, with a glint in their eyes, it’s wearing thin.
The intermission rolls in, and you know you're caving in.
Reputation aside, your achievements denied, it begins.
[All you hear].
The intermission rolls in, and you know you just can’t win.
When the critics arise, with a glint in their eyes, it’s wearing thin.
The intermission rolls in, and you know you're caving in.
Reputation aside, your achievements denied, it begins.
All you hear are violins.
Just violins.
Just violins.
Violins.