GMT

All day, forced to live by foresight.

What can we do before we’ve tried,

Living off time?

Caught up, you’re tied up on the sideline

How can you know that you’re alive

When you’re ground by the grind

And all the people that are watching

oh they’ll bay for blood

And all the flowers in the field

They’ll pray for rain to come

Oh you, well

Oh you, well I’m coming back for you my friend

Stop, stare,

There must be something there to find

How can you look at the sunlight,

When it’s bound to the time?

And all the people that are watching

oh they’ll bay for blood

And all the flowers in the field

They’ll pray for rain to come

Oh you, well

Oh you, well I’m coming back for you my friend