I feel something
As sun shines to shadow blocks on dewy mornings, yeah
In this jungle
Sometimes its hard to know just how far my eyes might see
Just know I wasnt made for waiting
You shouldnt underestimate my will
Can you keep up?
Or will you blow in the wind?
Sand dunes might be the new thing
Or coffee stains on old magazines
But I wont wake up
To just accept this is it, yeah
Ill be soaring
Through the skylines of my dreams
Far as my eyes can see
And if this crumbles
At least Ill be the one who dared to fly
Falling free
Cause, no, I wasnt made for waiting
You shouldnt underestimate my will
Can you keep up?
Or will you sit on the fence ?
Routine it aint for me, I live
Take the night until the morning bird sings
But I wont wake up
To just accept this is it, yeah
Ill be working (Working )
Cause Im (Working, working, working)
Cause Im working
(Working, working, working, working, working)
Dont you know that Ill be working?
(Working, working, working, working, working
Working, working, working, working, working)
Working
Ill be working working
Ill be working working
Workin