Hold it up, hold it up, weigh it up
It's just feeling
We're sweating it out, can you feel it falling
All the weight that we've known
And we knew nothing else
Will we know it from the back?
For the grounding it gave, now the grounding has caved
Still more grounding than the rave
Can't refute the truth full of colour, swimming tall in the lake
The dopamine rush
'Missed' the calling out
Standstill noise turned this into the local drought
Feels like borrowed time
We're standing out of line
Leaning on borrowed time
Monday come down a savage high
Silver mile, golden dial, finished line
Torn dark yet elastic
We fought to fight
Through the rain formed summer
Swim a stream, call your saviour, keep hold of his number
The dopamine rush, missed the fallen out
Standstill poised, are we ready for the turn or bout?
Up now feeling a cold rush
Feels like borrowed time
It was pre-committed the depths distilled it and the ground revealed it
We're standing out of line
Have the choice to hold it, too the turn to mould it
A peace advancing width and downstream motion
Leaning on borrowed time
On your side will you notice, is the truth revolting?
Seed is there for the throwing trust finds still in the ocean
We're standing out of line
Up now feeling a cold rush