The unwind, end of the line, it's a quarter half past nine
And the sunrise makes you blind
It's ok, what's the wait?
Everyday feels like the same
I'll just run in place
I'm just thinking what I need
I'll keep up, burning like a stick on a cake
Breathe like a kettle
Breathe like a kettle
I'll keep up, burning like a stick on a cake
Breathe like a kettle
Face is cold, need the gold, turn to ashes take the hold
Feel your chest unfold
It's ok, what's the wait?
Everyday feels like the same
I'll just run in place
I'm just thinking what I need
I'll keep up, burning like a stick on a cake
Breathe like a kettle
Breathe like a kettle
I'll keep up, burning like a stick on a cake
Breathe like a kettle
I'll keep up, burning like a stick on a cake
Breathe like a kettle
Breathe like a kettle
I'll keep up, burning like a stick on a cake
Breathe like a kettle