[ Featuring Michael Newell ]
Trying to get normal
While flying backwards
To a hole in the ground
My body is still sleeping.
Nowhere is safe anymore,
Too many demons.
One points to the next,
I can't fit them in this glass.
Oh please gimme the nerve
To get Back on the Bus.
Uh, hey!
Splitting cells to guide you,
Feeling weight from all sides.
Cll you have to do
Is decide.
One points to the next,
I can't fit them in this glass.
Oh please gimme the nerve
To get Back on the Bus.
Hey!
We all fall for favours.
There's nothing there,
Look at your hands.
There's nothing there,
Look at your hands.
There's nothing there,
Look at your hands.
We all fall for favours.
There's nothing there,
Look at your hands.
There's nothing there,
Look at your hands. (cah)
There's nothing there,
Look at your hands.
We all fall for favours.
