You need some kind of safe To pull all those secret thoughts out of your head Loved a poor complexity You wouldn't want it any other way
Climb on, climb on aboard Giving it a little bit more
Just beating during the sun Defibrelating hearts with every pause We're not done (?) The blackhorse circle right above our heads
Climb on, climb on aboard Giving it a little bit more
Don't stop
We've got to cross the line Despite the fact our feet dipped in the fire We pressured a bull again And shaked our tamborines into the dust You need some kind of safe To pull all those secret thoughts out of your head If loves a poor complexity You wouldn't want it any other way
Climb on, climb on aboard (don't stop) Giving it a little bit more (don't stop)
Compositores: Edward John Frederick Gibson (Edward John Gibson), Edward David Huw Macfarlane (Edward David Macfarlane), Jack Barnaby Savidge (Jack Savidge) ECAD: Obra #6523832 Fonograma #2527954