speed

The clouds seperated

The mound was easy to climb really an excavator

Really a test to my talents i'm seeing manic faces

And the rest of my panic prompted by shit i'm taking

I live in my tackle box i'm fishing for options

Cram a lot in i'm often awfully off the topic

I don't pocket watch we keep tally's on all the wins and loses

Resurface with new purpose i plan to get it popping

Up and down the coast i'm at L.E.S. where the money talking

Ten hours back just to end up right where this shit started

Love shown that i ain't owed i'd rather play it cautious

Twenty-four trips round the sun and then we back into august