Your chances tied like the paper streets
Always warm on the uptake of troubles
Receptors mental, box them for another day
It′s nearly midnight and I'm tracing for you
Settle, stole and forget your way
Cover your track with a plastic spade
Fluorescent lights they lead the way
An open door to the second phase
Transform your mood into patience
Holiday time always gets away
Transform your mood into patience
Holiday time always gets away
Why do I, always have to find myself
Why do I, always have to find myself
Why do I, always have to find myself
Why do I, always have to find my way out
Why do I, always have to find myself
Why do I, always have to find myself
Why do I, always have to find myself
Why do I, always have to find my way out