We can walk in straight lines We can't see quite right We've lost the plot And we can't get it back So lets lose ourselves Lets lose ourselves
Can you spot the English here?
Let's pick a fight on whomever we like Cause we're never wrong Nobody likes us We don't care So let's lose ourselves let's lose ourselves
Can you spot the English here?
We can see it for real But it doesn't make sense we're the outsiders We can see all this speech come staggering out and we can climbs its way to the top of that cloud
I'm away with the fairies now (x4)
This familiar environment Gets my lungs confused I breath in every particle that you drive thru that you drive thru
Well can you spot the English here?
We can see it for real But it doesn't make sense We're the outsiders We can see all this speech Come staggering out And it can its way to the top of that cloud
Oh I'm away with the fairies now (x4)
Compositores: Joel Laslett Pott, Stephen Alexander Roberts (Roberts Steven Alexander), Timothy John Wanstall (Wanstall Timothy), Carey Suthon Willets (Willetts Carey) ECAD: Obra #5495510