There's nothing real and you feel all that matters are bringing the figures
Take your time now and make it real, so there's nothing left among the house
But the last (?) dropped in the phone, so there's nothing to pride
Until they know it's buring them all away
Away, away, away, away
Can you think she's not girl and she (?) is falling the (?)
Can you drink all the (?), she still (?) shading me on
Floating on the coast and taking the (?), he won't stop now
He's not lucky enough, being high just not enough
Just not enough, just not enough, just not enough, just not enough
Just not enough, just not enough, just not enough