You're spending too long
The people were wrong
They don't even know we're moving on
I just want to feel the taste of the meal
And not the routine of dining here
We'll be so sorry
If we got to the shadow of death
Having missed all the sun on your face
It's thrilling for you now
We do it all the time, do all the time
We're the dreamer in the beautiful mess
And we do it all the time, do all the time
I just want to feel the taste of the meal
And not the routine of dining here