>>91110775Memories faded, the writing's on the wall
I've buried my head in the sand
The canary’s chirped, and the cat's out of the bag
The elephant looms where I stand
A salted grape's taste (taste)
A pickled burger’s waste (waste)
The proof's in the pudding, I feel
I’ve thrown in the towel, crossed the Rubicon now
The only idiom I know for real
There will be lines (lines) read (read)
The man in the mirror's burned his bridge
The chickens (hatched) wait (late)
The mountain's now a molehill ridge
Because Pandora's box won’t fit back on its lid
There will be lines (lines) read (read)
It's the only thing I’ve ever known
