Burgers out on the footpath
Matthew trying his new moves
Seems like everyone's out tonight
And we all ended up in the same room
All I ask is that you save
The deep and meaningfuls
I like them as much as the next guy
But your breath stinks and I'm copping an ear full
Yeah I work all week long in the factory I sweat and fight
Come Friday I get my pay
Shouldn't spend but I think I might
Then the living raised their hands
But where they're heading I don't know
We'd touch the stars if you'd just let go
I'd be the bow and you could be the arrow
I busted out of the stratosphere
Couldn't find my way home
Got lost on the edge of the universe
With one new voicemail on my phone
Fell asleep in a public garden
Woken up by passing cars
Became mates with a friendly bouncer
Who guaranteed free entry to his club
Got placed under arrest
I punched some punk and copped the consequence
Cost me every last cent
Labelled it public nuisance
If the living raise their hands
But where they're heading I don't know
We'd touch the stars if you'd just let go
I'd be the bow and you could be the arrow
Burgers rotting on the footpath
Matthew's become a groom
All that's left is an empty dance floor
Now filled with deflated balloons
The few of us that remain
The ones who were left behind
Are still searching for that something
Tryna make all the clocks rewind
Though it occurred many moons ago
The feeling still remains
The longing and the searching
Waiting for something to change
All I want's something to hold
All I want is something to hold
Won't find a price on this soul
Won't find a hand prepared to fold
And the fire in your belly's out and your skin's grown cold
Are there any embers left
Any goose bumps withheld
Well If the living raised their hands
Well where they're heading I don't know
We'd touch the stars if you'd just let go
I'd be the bow and you could be the arrow
You could be the arrow
You could be the arrow
You could be the arrow