Music: Rhys Edwards/Joseph Stone/Callum Brown/Justin Lorentz/Rhys Jenkins
Check the wheels, fuel, and measure
Chasing all those long-lost things
It's been
I know it, but I don't
Unmade bed, but shoes of leather
A trembling thought
A stone-line ball
To show
I'd throw it, but I won't
They say it's a modern low
And the world don't wanna know
Right on time, my one-track mind
Goes awol, out of line of sight
Avant-garde or cloak and dagger?
Sharpening the senses
A conscience clean
A seed
It grows until it don't
They say it's a modern low
And the world don't wanna know
Right on time, my one-track mind
Goes awol, out of line of sight
Good night
I'm ready on the face of it
Good night, this life
I hate to think I've wasted
Right on time, my one-track mind
Goes awol, out of sight