Track 2 from the Saint's awesome 8th album "Punching The Sky", tuned half a step up from Eb to E Standard.

(Written by Phil Sandoval, Joey Vera, and John Bush)

Foot apart,
Must be contagious
Oh so close, but something divides us
That’s us,
We’re lost within our screens

We want to stop,
Move on to the next thing
Feeling trapped, and the cavity’s growing,
That’s our starvation for routine

Concentration oh please,
That’s just an overrated inflated commodity
Power’s drained, and that spells the end...

Attention
Dissipating slowly eroding end,
The end
Of the Attention Span
That spells the end,
Attention
Depreciating anti evolving end,
The end
Of the Attention Span

(Lead - Phil)

A great night,
At the performance
Massive stage lights, in abundance
That’s us,
We’ll watch it through our screens (God!)

Sidetracked,
Fed a distraction
So pissed off is the artist’s reaction,
Our fleeting moment gets careened...

Concentration, what give’s?
That’s just an overrated sedated commodity
Power’s hacked, and that spells the end...

Attention
Dissipating slowly eroding end,
The end
Of the Attention Span
That spells the end,
Attention
Depreciating quickly regressing end
The end,
Of your Attention Span...

(Leads - Phil, Jeff)

A new norm,
Make the adjustment
Every eye, humanity’s descent
That’s you,
You’re watching through your screen...

Reject,
Life moving forward
I question that better is backwards,
And one idea is to convene

Concentration is time,
Just an overrated sedated commodity
Power’s dead, and that spells the end...

Attention
Dissipating slowly eroding end,
The end
Of the Attention Span
That spells the end
Attention
Depreciating, strongly rebelling end,
The end,
Of my Attention Span...

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