I'm entourage I'm on the ceiling again I'm in-between Creating scenes I'm silent night I'm "where have you been all day?" I'm "help me out" I'm glad it's me ♪ I feel the weight Of work is always on me And never late To sell it out until I'm entourage Except without me again On either sides Of either scenes ♪ Can't plainly focus Trained for keener eyes I reconsidered Your offer Can planes of living Train us for what comes next If we listen to our bodies They find an eager eye