Even though the lights have changed I’m caught up in an endless loop Driving for ten hours and then ending up in the same place! Can you hear a rumble under ground? can you hear the beat? Someone pacing round and round in circles on the floor above
But we can still afford to not make sense at all
I see you wearing surgery rubber gloves, standing in the street Early in the morning, still awake but barely on your feet
We can still afford to not make sense at all We spend our time with drowning men We’re going to let ourselves get dragged down
And now we’re waiting And now we’re stranded And now we’re aching And now we’re all waiting…
Even though the lights have changed I’m caught up in an endless loop We spend our time with drowning men We’re going to let ourselves get dragged down
Compositores: Mark John West, Justin Finch, Leon Eric Beckenham, Nils Simon Aurell, Amos Akbar Memon, Catherine Genevieve Mary Lucas ECAD: Obra #6278674