When we're up late at night
You tell me all
Just started
I feel sorry for you
Don't you know now what I do

To my surprise you just don't
Give a fuck about anyone, anyday
To my surprise you just don't
Know how everything turned
(Things started)

Anything but visions all up above
Away from all those victims on the bus
When its alright remember how you went down
Losing intuitions on the bus

Twenties over
Tell me all
And it turns out
(For everyone)
Excavation must be done
How can I?
Seems complex

On a Sunday
How can I (anything) contain it all?

Losing intuitions/visions all up above
Away from all the victims on the bus
Its alright
Remeber how you went down
Losing intuitions on the bus
The bus