Great Expectations

great expectations
hover in the night
subjects and objects
hover in the daylight

who's the kid of the a-bomb
who's the lord of the spies

so infantile
baby-like
so infantile
less than child-like

great expectations
running with your life
subjects and objects
bowing in a line

when your body turns to shadow
when your hair turns to fire

so infantile
baby-like
so infantile
less than child-like