Hey I like it, in search of something and I'm on my way to find it. And this could take me all around the world, singing.
I just arrived at terminal 5 with my eyes barely open as I'm working through time and time and time again, this time I'm trying it again?
Prying iron fitted fences.
Finding lines of distant ends.
And flying in the wind is like a high that never ends.
Like iron lion zion, I'm supplying them to again. I'm the tyrant and the king, shining lights and faded sins.
And sinister thoughts was always what they tried to make amends.
But I just need everything to slow down please. (x2)
I treat time like a dime cause I find it all irrelevant, you can either be the leader or the reader reading over lines over time to find it's more intelligent.
I'm telling them.
We pick the world uo cause it's fucking ours, raining down on meteor showers, caving down on medium powers, raining down, this city is ours.
Isn't it sour, taking off and leaving without you?
When hours count up way too fast, then
I just need everything to slow down please. (x2)