Lost Time - Suburban Tribe

Crawling out from minority

To taste the power of majority

You found no cure

Bets set so high

Gaining speed

Drive with closed eyes

Man your throne

Take a look at your empire

Hey

Break away

With all the lost time in your hands

Before you’re too deep in quicksand

You’re pale and tired of it all

So you’d better step away

From the game

With all the lost time in your hands

Before you’re too deep in quicksand

Run away

Break away

With all the lost time in your hands

Maintain your state of impurity

To obtain some security

Applause encore

Hear them scream for more

Drag your raft

To a safe tame shore

Be sure to pull it high

So the tide can’t grab you