We’re not waiting for dad to go home
He’s on vacation in Kiev
Whoa, hum this tune with me, dad
I can’t hold all the boulders back without a wall
Hinder me, set me free
Who, hum this tune with me, dad
We’re in line for the rollercoaster
Whoa, it could run us over
On the streets, in the sheets, while we weep and eat cereal
At the breakfast table,
It could run us over, whoa
Night time and I’m two steps behind the work call
Rhythm and trance in my mind to set up’;–
Set up, let go, set up set up setup–
Another summer, all drenched and cleanly
Solemn summon and a hint of licorice, whoa
Don’t blow me over, I’m just your only candle, whoa
Don’t send me your bombs in the post, I’m just a lonely runner, whoa
