Tiny muscle, wicked magic now the party starts 
 It's a long hall, but you can do it, you're a natural 
 No more trophies as the constellation fantasy

 Like a nervous random stranger at a glory hall 
 At a glory hall

Now I'm evolving from a child to an aging child 
 You're maturing from a memory to a legacy 
 Not comṗlaining, living better in a time capsule 
 No more trophies, no more falsified identities

We never talk to, send me the telephone 
 We never talk to, send me the telephone 
 We never talk to, send me the telephone 
 We never talk to, we never talk 
 We never