1901 - Petit Biscuit

Counting all different ideas drifting away

Past and present, they don’t matter, now the future’s sorted out

Watch her moving in elliptical patterns

Think it’s not what you say, what you say is way too complicated

For a minute thought I couldn’t tell how to fall out

It’s twenty seconds until the last call

You’re going, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»

Lie down you know it’s easy

Like we did it over summer long

And I’ll be anything you ask and more

You’re going, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»

It’s not a miracle we needed

But I won’t let you think so

Girlfriend, oh your girlfriend is drifting away

Past and present, 1855−1901

Watch them built up a material tower

Think it’s not going to stay anyway, think it’s overrated

For a minute thought I couldn’t tell how to fall out

It’s twenty seconds until the last call

You’re going, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»

Lie down you know it’s easy

Like we did it over summer long

And I’ll be anything you ask and more

You’re going, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»

It’s not a miracle we needed

But I won’t let you think so

But I won’t let you think so

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it