Lyrics: Matthew Nainby/Jack Dine
Music: Matthew Nainby/Jack Dine
Running from the fading glow
Come with me and I swear I won’t let go
Can you feel the city slow?
There’s something here that only we can know
Backstreet slipping with both eyes dripping in gold
Don’t do what we’re told
And now we’re swimming on dry land
We’re living Mondays like weekends
We’re floating higher than Peter Pan
Take my hand, let me show you where I can from
Let me show you where I came form
Let me show you where I came form
Let’s get out of our heads
Coz if we stay it might be the end
Backstreet slipping with both eyes dripping in gold
Don’t do what we’re told
And now we’re swimming on dry land
We’re living Mondays like weekends
We’re floating higher than Peter Pan
Take my hand, let me show you where I can from
Let me show you where I came form
Let me show you where I came form
Let me show you where I came form
Let me show you where I came form
And now we’re swimming on dry land
We’re living Mondays like weekends
We’re floating higher than Peter Pan
Take my hand, let me show you where I can from
Let me show you where I came form