Wired

Tumbling through packed streets Call it a dance Smell of the fresh Not easy being you No strength in my limbs Stop watching me Lord wind me up How did I wind up in this city? Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm just tired Grey skies never turn pink again Seeking makes it less appealing Grey skies never turn pink again Seeking makes it less appealing Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm wired Maybe I'm just tired