[Whistling & ukelele instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Rolling up to Oxford Circus
And I'm really wishing I was worth this
But money's tight and it's getting tighter
And if I go down I'll die a fighter
And yeah my visa's tight
Having nightmares every night
Yeah I'm stuck here on the phone
Trying so hard to call home
Yet streetlights turn teardrops into kaleidoscopes
Will I sit here with my pedal on the gas
Well I don't know
[Chorus]
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
No I don't I don't know
I don't know
[Spoken]
There's whistling here
[Verse 2]
One day this week I woke up and realised
It's not 2008, and I cried and I cried
And I cried cause nothing's stopping time
Yet the year that seemed so far away is now on the other side
And yeah I'm growing older, growing tired, growing bolder
Matt was right; it gets much colder when I cry on my own shoulder
But at 23 I still don't even know who I am
Am I a boy or am I a man?
Well I don't know
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
So in the moment I'll stay
While the crane man picks his beams of sunlight up and
Maybe this is one of those days
Yet maybe this'll be the rest of my life, so
[Chorus x 2]
I don't know!