[ Featuring the Hold Tight ]
Wicked fun
Gives me nothing for the run
Takes my peace before the sun
Makes me tired before I'm done
See my face
Against the wall, in outer space
And I'm feeling out of place
Because I know it's all a waste
'Cause nobody's selling time
Even if they could
They would keep it to themselves
Like anybody would
So the flesh it feeds the Earth
And the weepers flood
Then we harvest what grows from the
Salt and blood
So I think
About how it all can sink
And I worry that I'm weak
Because I'm always on the brink
I wanna go but I can't leave yet
I wanna know but I can't see yet
What's it all about?
Tell me now, tell me now, tell me now
