waking up to car alarms a million people playing their part overwhelmed by the size of all that is and all that we've got this should be the centre this should be the time of our lives it seems like everything we build you tear it down again only to replace it with something bigger still and it's never running out it's never running out like all of these ideas it's never running out i can still taste yesterday and yesterday is pushing me on out of music, out of art out of fashion, into your arms this should be the centre this should be the time of our lives