Sometimes in life, you walk through the door
And your eyes meet with a sight that you could never be prepared for
A hundred girls in dresses, and though you knew them as kids
You never dreamt you'd see them quite like this
How long is this taking?
Ground is quaking and the bus is breaking down
I'm going to have to run the rest
So scared and I'm faking
Keep mistaking them for you, and I'm shaking now
I think I'll put it to the test
How long is this taking?
Ground is quaking and the bus is breaking down
I'm going to have to run the rest
So scared, and I'm faking
Keep mistaking them for you, and I'm shaking now
But still I'm second best
And there you are; there's a smile upon your face
Tonight, you're the star. Still I feel so out of place
And you look so old, and I'm being told you still think it's fate
I've got to get out before you look up, and you see me
Got to get out. Too late
How long is this taking?
Ground is quaking and the bus is breaking down
I'm going to have to run the rest
So scared, and I'm faking
Keep mistaking them for you, and I'm shaking now
I think I'll put it to the test
New eyes, but they're aching
Sun is baking all the roads of the waking town
I've got that feeling in my chest
What's this that we're making
I'm forsaking all I have, and I don't know how
But still I'm second best
And as the rain falls in slices around me
I stand and I scan the horizon for the three priests to crown me
But they're not coming
Because they're not coming, because they're not coming
Don't open your umbrella inside unless you want bad luck until 2020.
Two thousand and twenty
How long is this taking?
Ground is quaking and the bus is breaking