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We might be here for a late night
Stuck in a lava flow of brake lights
I can hear a rattling bass drum
Driving back to where it came from

Sit back on
I shop, therefore I am the cause
Protect me from what I was

Getting the hang of it, getting the hang of it
Getting the hang of it, getting the hang of it
Getting the hang of it, getting the hang of it
Getting the hang of it, getting the hang of it
Timing is everything, timing is everything
Timing is everything, timing is everything
Timing is everything, timing is everything

I'm at your feet, where critters meet
You should be a secret not crossing roads or highways
In the afterlife of supercities, rapidly devouring it's outskirts
its me or an octopus arm redecorating late at night

Robot games for kids who hate sports
Mothers crying at the airport
Finding the dreams you left behind to do
Waving goodbye your young heart cries for you

Sit back, oh
You're finding it hard to get very far
We were born waiting in line
Grabbing the future by the eyes

Getting the hang of it, getting the hang of it
Timing is everything, timing is everything
Getting the hang of it, timing is everything
Getting the hang of it, timing is everything
Timing the hang of it, getting is everything
Getting the time of it, everything hangs on this
Hanging the getting of, timing the everything

Like bodies we die, like rivers we dry
We fuel and recharge the chimers and doors
I fall on my side, gleam my homeward bound
Where did you go? You were my ride home
Is that what we want?
Is everything shot?
Is that what you ask for?
'Cause that's what we got

Life is destined
Life is destined
We might be here for a late night   Stuck in a lava flow of brake lights   I can hear a rattling bass drum   Driving back to where it came from      Sit back on   I shop, therefore I am the cause   Protect me from what I was      Getting the hang of it, getting the hang of it   Getting the hang of it, getting the hang of it   Getting the hang of it, getting the hang of it   Getting the hang of it, getting the hang of it   Timing is everything, timing is everything   Timing is everything, timing is everything   Timing is everything, timing is everything      I'm at your feet, where critters meet   You should be a secret not crossing roads or highways   In the afterlife of supercities, rapidly devouring it's outskirts   its me or an octopus arm redecorating late at night      Robot games for kids who hate sports   Mothers crying at the airport   Finding the dreams you left behind to do   Waving goodbye your young heart cries for you      Sit back, oh   You're finding it hard to get very far   We were born waiting in line   Grabbing the future by the eyes      Getting the hang of it, getting the hang of it   Timing is everything, timing is everything   Getting the hang of it, timing is everything   Getting the hang of it, timing is everything   Timing the hang of it, getting is everything   Getting the time of it, everything hangs on this   Hanging the getting of, timing the everything      Like bodies we die, like rivers we dry   We fuel and recharge the chimers and doors   I fall on my side, gleam my homeward bound   Where did you go? You were my ride home   Is that what we want?   Is everything shot?   Is that what you ask for?   'Cause that's what we got      Life is destined   Life is destined