[01:24.69]Boredom makes you creative
[01:28.38]It stifles my insides
[01:32.15]It lacks a certain thunder
[01:35.88]A rifle between the eyes
[01:40.03]Distance sparked the friction
[01:43.80]A ripple of high tides
[01:47.42]I’m done with reading fiction
[01:50.75]You could philosophise my mind
[01:56.51]Wallow in the middle
[01:58.72]Wallow in the mire
[02:00.73]Wallow in the fields where your feet are on fire
[02:04.69]Wallow in the middle
[02:06.44]Wallow in the mire
[02:08.47]Wallow in the fields where your feet are on fire
[02:14.39]Your eyes begin to focus
[02:18.75]When darkness steals the sun
[02:21.71]Oh you must be holding out for something that was quicker than the gun
[02:29.59]Run back through sunny feilds into an empty open space
[02:37.62]I got some much to learn in life those tears run down your face
[02:46.62]Wallow in the middle
[02:49.09]Wallow in the mire
[02:51.06]Wallow in the fields where your feet are on fire
[02:54.97]Wallow in the middle
[02:56.80]Wallow in the mire
[02:58.70]Wallow in the fields where your feet are on fire
[03:48.51]Wallow in the middle
[03:51.13]Wallow in the mire
[03:52.99]Wallow in the fields where your feet are on fire
[03:56.87]Wallow in the middle
[03:58.82]Wallow in the mire
[04:00.81]Wallow in the fields where your feet are on fire