They'll never find us
Painting a self portrait
Painting ourselves into position
We'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug
My face is pushed against the glass
Like a slowest-second-better off and thrown from the horse's back
But I know what I am, is there a trouble with that?
Hanging round hallways
Trying to get a bird's eye view
Little by little (x2)
They bow their heads to pray for Friday night
To save their lives and then
They go on through life armed with a scale from one to ten
Hanging round hallways
Like to feel like we're going somewhere
And the thinner the air becomes
The more we feel at home
The more we feel
I heard her on the phone
She said, you said, had a good day
Didn't we? (x3)
And hanging round hallways
Like to feel like we're going somewhere
And the thinner the air becomes the more we feel
She said that's entertainment
But he didn't wanna know
He carried the shopping bag
She carried them both
Painting a self portrait
Painting ourselves into position
We'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug
My face is pushed against the glass
Like a slowest-second-better off and thrown from the horse's back
But I know what I am, is there a trouble with that?
Hanging round hallways
Trying to get a bird's eye view
Little by little (x2)
They bow their heads to pray for Friday night
To save their lives and then
They go on through life armed with a scale from one to ten
Hanging round hallways
Like to feel like we're going somewhere
And the thinner the air becomes
The more we feel at home
The more we feel
I heard her on the phone
She said, you said, had a good day
Didn't we? (x3)
And hanging round hallways
Like to feel like we're going somewhere
And the thinner the air becomes the more we feel
She said that's entertainment
But he didn't wanna know
He carried the shopping bag
She carried them both
Lyrics submitted by elysiarenee
Hallways Lyrics as written by Paul Anthony Dempsey Clint Wesley Hyndman
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Something about workers in a big global firm that doesn't care about anything except their profit?
I think you are basically right Beno the verse they bow their heads to pray for friday night
to save their lives and then
they go on through life armed with a scale from one to ten
somes that up.. I really like "armed with a scale of 1 to 10", meaning they criticly look at everything, like a critic would.
to save their lives and then
they go on through life armed with a scale from one to ten" speaks to the nature of the players on the team who live their lives as jocks rating all the girls (on a 1 to 10 scale). Then the part about "we'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug" is about how the jocks treat the rest of the world. And it seems like the song is written from the perspective of someone caught in the middle of these two aspects of life.
Again not what I think SFK meant, but just how the words speak to me