A hundred acres, we spread ourselves thin
We're just looking for a place to fit
So we move into a ghost house
In a ghost town
Slam the door watch the whole thing fall down
We're gonna shake our hips
We're gonna bruise our wrists
Sometimes these streets belong to me
But now they belong to everybody
Everybody else i see
I'm not looking for action,
Just some distraction
We're gonna shake our hips
We're gonna bruise our wrists
We're gonna cross every goal off the list
And never gonna get any more fulfilled
Now you feel amputated,
Yr a body of phantom limbs (oh yeah)
Cuz everything you reach for
Stays in its place
Yr feeling now it'll always be the same
But i don't wanna be moping around
Like some kind of new wave Charlie Brown
If i've got the rock
Then who's got the candy?
Who's gonna cut the eye holes for me?
I'm gonna sleep in vans driving
Down motorways
Escape the city jumping on board trains
I'm drinking coffee
Because the days pa** too slowly
I'm drinking coffee
Because the days pa** too slowly
We're gonna shake our hips
We're gonna bruise our wrists
I'm gonna click my heals together 3 times
And hope i'm somewhere new
When i open my eyes