All my corners are getting wet
Their colours are running, it's making me nervous
All my corners are getting wet
And there's nothing can stop us
We're slithering down the window
My borders are getting bent
I savor the moment, I'm feeling surreal tonight
Causing chaos with good intent as we sail on together
Collide with the question
Who we are, out of the fast lane
What it is amiss?
Who we are, when it's blown over?
Must be more than this
Who we are, out of the fast lane
What it is we crave?
Who we are, when it's blown over?
Would we be so brave?
Should I ever feel insecure, I'll cling to the Moët-
There's nothing for me to fear
Always thirsting for something more
And I'll claw out the answers
The second that they appear
Who we are, out of the fast lane
What it is amiss?
Who we are, when it's blown over?
Must be more than this
Who we are, out of the fast lane
What it is we crave?
Who we are, when it's blown over?
Would we be so brave?
Who we are, out of the fast lane
Would you be so brave?
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