Lyric

All my corners are getting wet, their colours are running It’s making me nervous

All my corners are getting wet and there’s nothing can stop us

We’re slithering down the window

My borders are getting bent, I savour the moment I’m feeling surreal tonight

Causing chaos with good intent as we sail on together

Collide with the question-

Who we are, out of the fast lane

What it is amiss?

Who we are, when it’s blown over?

There must be more than this

Who we are, out of the fast lane

What it is we crave?

Who we are, when it’s blown over

Would we be so brave?

Should I ever feel insecure, I’ll cling to the Moët-

There’s nothing for me to fear!

Always thirsting for something more

And I’ll claw out the answers the second that they appear

Who we are, out of the fast lane

What it is amiss?

Who we are, when it’s blown over?

Must be more than this

Who we are, out of the fast lane

What it is we crave?

Who we are, when it’s blown over

Would we be so brave?

Who we are, out of the fast lane

Would you be so brave?