E                       F#m                       A
I'd love to go to a brand new place but recognize the sky
E                                F#m                       A
A brand new motion yet same old people and thats the reason why 
E                                F#m                            A
The colours of honey are in you're eyes as you're life flies high
E                                F#m                           A
But before you know it, you've fallen as your life flashes before you're lies 


           F#m           A         E
And the lights, just march, on by
           F#m           A         E
And the crowd, they walk, and sigh
           F#m           A         
yet time, is slow, 



 F#m       E      A      E
Feel the world on my hands
F#m    E      A      E
trust insentives of a band
F#m        E      A      E
cos' the weight is thick and thin
F#m      E      A      E
drop it now and destroy whats in



E                                 F#m                   A
So pick up the pace and enjoy the race cos' nothing-ness is nice
E                          F#m                                   A
and feel the dance, and feel the mood while you're munching on that slice
E                                                      F#m                               A
don't have to spit out you're thumb or the wriggleys gum cos' theyre both a waste of time
E                                          F#m       A
but dont crush the bird, just for fun, cos' thats not fun for every one



           F#m           A         E
And the lights, just march, on by
           F#m           A         E
And the crowd, they walk, and sigh
           F#m           A         
yet time, is slow,


F#m       E      A      E
Feel the world on my hands
F#m    E      A      E
trust insentives of a band
F#m        E      A      E
cos' the weight is thick and thin
F#m      E      A      E
drop it now and destroy whats in


(lets go!)

E                       F#m                       A
So pick up the pace and enjoy the race cos' nothing-ness is nice
E                       F#m                       A
and feel the dance, and feel the mood while you're munching on that slice
E                       F#m                       A
don't have to spit out you're thumb or the wriggleys gum because theyre both a waste of time
E                       F#m                       A
but dont crush the bird, just for fun, cos' thats not fun for every one