All my corners are getting wet, their colours are running
Itʼs making me nervous.
All my corners are getting wet and thereʼs nothing can stop us
Weʼre slithering down the window.
My borders are getting bent, I savour the moment Iʼm feeling surreal tonight.
Causing chaos with good intent as we sail on together
Collide with the question-
Who we are, out of the fast lane
What it is amiss?
Who we are, when itʼs blown over?
There must be more than this...
Who we are, out of the fast lane
What it is we crave?
Who we are, when itʼs blown over
Would we be so brave?
Should I ever feel insecure, Iʼll cling to the Moët-
Thereʼs nothing for me to fear!
Always thirsting for something more
And Iʼll claw out the answers the second that they appear.
Who we are, out of the fast lane,
What it is amiss?
Who we are, when itʼs blown over?
Must be more than this...
Who we are, out of the fast lane,
What it is we crave?
Who we are, when itʼs blown over
Would we be so brave?
Who we are, out of the fast lane,
Would you be so brave?