Letras
Suit is sharp, the tie is straight
He's walking toward us like a twist of fate
A flash of white, a practiced gaze
He's wrapping bad news in a polished phrase
Small adjustment, minor glitch
The tone is smooth but the nerves will twitch
He isn't sweating, he isn't loud
But he's casting shadows on the entire crowd
Nod your head, don't break the skin
Hide the panic that's rising within
It's a surgical strike with a friendly face
We're falling behind in a stationary race
We're fine-yeah right
We're fine-yeah right
Smile through the fire
Everything's perfect on the wire
White-teeth lie, plastic eye
Watching the vision start to die
Smile through the fire
The stakes are getting higher
Can't you see the cracks in the glass
Waiting for the wreckage to pass
He says "it's fine," he says "be calm"
While he drops the match into our palm
Everything is... perfect
We're fine-yeah right
We're fine-yeah right
Just keep smiling
Don't let them see
The fire is coming
Professional... energy
All good