Picking me up from the sleep that I'm under Pulling slowly from out of nowhere Out on the weekend and into the parklife I stopped again
I'm looking for something A picture or something to put around me, I don't need it Coloured the voice now and up from the inside
Pulling me over, over your shoulder Pulling me over, over your shoulder The pieces
The problem with knowing is not in the knowing It's putting aside for the coming attraction While out in the parklife the system is flowing Let's stop again
I'm looking for something I'm counting on something to take me into the next inclination Coloured the choice now and up from the inside
Pulling me over, over your shoulder Pulling me over, over your shoulder
