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

You're so caught up in yourself
The less you know