Lyrics: Whitlams. Coming Over.

Can you divide the meaning
By the number of your words?
The money in your pocket
By the masters that you serve?

It's not the destination
It's what's around the curve
Coming over to come down
Gotta talk to you before I hit the ground

Yeah, I think it's gonna take all night
The week is slippin' away from me
Something isn't right
Might be better to sweat it out

But I don't know how to fight myself anymore
Coming over to come down
Gotta talk to you before I hit the ground
Yeah, I think it's gonna take all night

Takes me a while to taper off
I like a long ramp down
So I am a little shaky
A little moisture on my brow