Treatment from Acumen by Through Sand

Fade me out into all of your fresh blues and whites
The view from your armchair looks so narrow, must be nice
To know that you’re progressing as expected
Meeting everyone’s projections

Whether they’re yours or not,
The story’s that much easier to tell
When you’ve met all of your deadlines
Keeping pace with everyone but yourself

Fade me through into all of your fresh black-and-blues
Another pose for the camera you’re staring straight into
Collections of perfect takes. Where do you stack up
Endless script revisions but they’re all lateral jumps

Whether they’re forward or not,
The story’s that much easier to sell
But you never know which way is up
With your eyes always affixed on someone else

I confess you’re so much less
Than the sum of all the bits and parts that you profess
An extra but you’re barely holding up
You sold yourself so short but it’s adding up to just enough

Fading out of your formula, so tried and true
Another curtain call for good measure, split in two
Sides to every story, sides to every new face
Lost and smoke and mirrors, you’re so easily replaced

Whether you’re sure or not
You’re in too deep now so you might as well
When the lights get smothered out
You’ll have no one to thank but yourself

• Rock
• Miami