prog lyrics s/d

the percentage you're paying is too high-priced while you're living beyond all your means
lost in losing circumstances, that's just where you are

what shall we use to fill the empty spaces where we used to talk?

To be the prince of possession, in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscrete discretions, and you ask me to relent

comments cliches commentary controversy chatter chit-chat chit-chat chit-chat conversation contradiction criticism it's only talk cheap talk

at this moment you should be with us, feeling like we do, like you love, too, but never will again
we miss you, my dear ziola

Cheesecake, mousetrap, Grip-Pipe-Thynne cried out, "We're not Rin Tin Tin."