歌词
Back in the phone without a rage
Shouting the code out again
A threshold amount of mould
Well that's me on the mend
First rule, dig out the tools at hand
Just sharpen these and put at least your doubts
Over here
Look at you
Look at you
Divide your time and rest your mind with others
You know everything a fool could say, I've covered
Chewing every word you must have heard me mutter
Won't you find your mood, your algorithm
Shy, fly from here
At first sight it felt right flushing out demands
My thoughts lassoed up are starting to make sense
Harmony floated in my hand
Just cover me, imprison me
Dig out your weeds and set me free tonight
Divide your time and rest your mind with others
You know everything a fool could say, I've covered
Chewing every word you must have heard me mutter
Won't you find your mood your algorithm
Shy, fly from here
Written by: Daniel Todd, James Smith
