Days seem shorter than they are finished counting all the stars feel the gears wind down again another paycheck to cash in may the lord of flesh and bone leave you some to call your own as we slowly feel our way through another shapeless day
Up the hill to sow some seed nostalgia's warmth is all we need past dissapointments turn to steam we're superheros, in our dreams throw the radio up high watch it drown out half the sky synaesthesia coloured blue aquaman knows what to do