A little after twelve
The function suite was full
Of people I had never seen before

Ripped up ticket stubs

Confettied on the floor
It dawned on me I´d seen it all before

Cool your beans my son
You look a fucking mess
No one´s getting out of here tonight

Hit that button there
The one that just says wrong
And we´ll lose our minds to all our favourite songs

Throw forward to later
You look light on your feet
When you whirled in the room
I was nailed to my seat

I´m like a prisoner

Getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands
And the threat in your walk

And suddenly
It lifts the roof off the place
It puts a vault in my step
And a grin on my face

It can´t contain me
But you´ll need an army
To get me back in my box
Or snap the branches off me

A little after four
The function suite is dead
And I am just a ripped up ticket stub

But here´s a helping hand
A voice that´s far too close
And I am up and on my broken limbs

Throw forward to later
You look light on your feet
When you whirled in the room
I was nailed to my seat

I´m like a prisoner
Getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands
And the threat in your walk

And suddenly
It lifts the roof off the place
It puts a vault in my step
And a grin on my face

It can´t contain me
But you´ll need an army
To get me back in my box
Or snap the branches off me

And suddenly
It lifts the roof off the place
It puts a vault in my step
And a grin on my face

It can´t contain me
But you´ll need an army
To get me back in my box
Or snap the branches off me