A rchive Date
[ 06-05-2006 ]
Category
[ Art & Literature ]
sub-Categoy
[ Mass Media ]
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Scratching The Surface
By Saga
So you won't tell me, where you've been up to now.
I don't know, they've seen you come and go (oh).
You're well on your way but never leaving the chair
Playing scenes on T.V. screens.
Watching widely, to glimpse the full view,
While the hours have their hands all over you.
You say that you see me, well I see you too.
I look behind, what do you find, all but an empty room.
Scratching the surface and you can't get away.
You've travelled far; and so far you have nothing to say.
[Chorus]
Scratching the surface,
You better come up for air.
A new experience to get you there.
Scratching the surface,
You better come up for air.
Strapped to the media, a machine to fear.
You're onto something, then it slips right away.
It's in your hand, follow through, right in front of you.
You say that you hear me, well I hear you too.
My secret is no secret, outside of the tube.
So you won't tell me, what you've done up to now.
You're watching me, I'm watching you decide (oh).
Scratching the surface, you can't get away.
You tried so hard, and so far you have nothing to say.
[Repeat Chorus]
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