Up at ungodly hours
i do myself no favours
i’m creeping on the floor
hoping to get more
of that unhealthy flavour
the questions keep coming
the questions keep piling
and I’m nowhere near an answer
early afternoon, I’m holed up in my room
and if can feel the rumble of my last train
where do i go to do what
what’s my place, what’s my face
there’s still time, time, there’s still time
ooh baby now
keep me parted
keep me split in
just how many tiny bits and pieces that will into my shirt
read me stories of vanity and hubris
how the cureless dreamers always stumble in the dust
the questions keep coming
the questions keep piling
and I’m nowhere near an answer
early afternoon, I’m holed up in my room
and if can feel the rumble of my last train
where do i go to do what
what’s my place, what’s my face
there’s still time, time, there’s still time
ooh baby now
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