Days seem shorter than they are
Finished counting all the stars
Feel the gears wind down again
Another paycheck to cash in
May the Lord of flesh and bone
Leave you some to call your own
As we slowly feel our way
Through another shapeless day
Up the hill to sow some seed
Nostalgia's warmth is all we need
Past dissapoinents turn to steam
We're superheros in our dreams
Throw the radio up high
Watch it drown out half the sky
Synesthesia coloured blue
Aquaman knows what to do
Throw it away...
