Assembled at an angle,
Pure light is forming around,
Clearing through the fog
Focused on whatever you can
But where is the light?
It triples imperfections,
To create some illusion
And it traps you in the middle again
But you and I can agree on anything,
They gave the nod, and told us off,
We sped up to stop
Assembled at an angle,
Pure light is forming around,
Sea foam bubbles
Gather at the foot of the shore
And it takes you in,
And it takes you out,
Til theres something you knew
To forget about.
But you and I wont get down,
We'll take it on the chin,
Next time around
We'll talk some shit
And follow them home.
Taking anything,
Keep on whispering,
You'll have to repeat yourself
But you cant get there
Cause you don't know who to call
And the bus stops at 2, I'm trying to get to you
But i'm on the road, can't talk I'll meet you back home,
I said i'm on the road, cant talk I'll meet you back home.
