It's always right until someone figures out the ways it's wrong. Stops and stays on with the releases and sneezes walking past. No one knows anyone and they all look like they need much more but they're all smiling. It could be the drugs or it could be the circumstance but either way they're smiling.
Pick up your rubbish, we're about to go. It's always the little things. The wind in the hair and the way everything comes off in the water. Tug and two, go at once, jump on and i'll turn around a couple times, whatever you like. I've been waiting as long as you have. I really like the way it's all sort of come together