I want music in my room, even when I'm not in it
There's a quality in the air which silences diminish
Give me a time limit, give me fifteen minutes
I'll find you a noise so perfect you'll drown yourself in it
I love the sound of skateboards in street
it causes me shallow breathing, makes me rise up from my seat
I love the smell of freshly laid tarmac, so soft and black
I love the way it feels all beneath four clay wheel
The opportunities we get are not the ones that we're expecting
sometimes the things that we're denied we should have been rejecting anyway
And the people who want the best for you need you to want it too
When you help yourself, then you'll find a wealth of all that can help you through the day