Transcribed by Jamie Fletcher and Jason Flynn
She`s waking up,
the mirror says
that her hairs
getting far too long.
A coffee cup,
to start the day,
better make sure
it`s good and strong.
To get her through.
Got things to do.
And now that the clock says eight,
can`t be late,
so hit the brakes.
Lost all your friends
they`d had enough,
couldn`t watch
while you killed yourself.
And you pretend
you gave them up,
for a lifetime of cars and wealth
Misunderstood.
Don`t feel so good.
Another the clock says eight,
can`t be late
so hit the brakes.
I said hit the brakes.
Composition:
Cracknell
Stanley
Wiggs