Grab a hold of yourself you are not losing control
My momma told me so
Count to ten and press your sweaty palms across my face
My momma told me so

Fizzle view of my shadow
Frizzle mood of my shadow

I'm gutted, I know that you like it
I doubted, deny you’re behind it
I shouted, don’t be mad about it
I counted, I know that you fake it

Tickets to the live show is postponed
I'm near, don’t fear the end
Idle trains that never run late
I'm near don’t fear the end