Текст песни West Village Idiot

I'm on my way, today.
Boxed up and retreated to my dismay.
I don't like this room.
Stench of smoke, stale booze perfume.
Cut at the knees, again.
Packed in, defeated and shedding skin.
I am exposed and been stored and secreted to my chagrin.Camber - West Village Idiot - http://ru.motolyrics.com/camber/west-village-idiot-lyrics.html

There's nothing in this room.
No myths left here to exhume.
What you deserve when you assume you're safe up on the
Tightrope.
I'm on my way, today.