Festival
Francis White, Tom Misch, Yussef Dayes
You were saying that you don't feel warm
When the sun comes through, why, my dear?
Don't forget when we were younger, no fair, no fair
Well, that was only now and then
Hundred miles, keep going, keep going
Put the pedal on the floor 'til the skies are clear
'Cause it's still here
We're still here
Seemed too matter at the time
I had tunnel, tunnel vision anyway, it made me blind
When exactly did we stop in on top of the world
And called it just a mountain to climb
All those moments come and go, everything I thought I know
Still don't know what I left behind
'Cause we're still here
We're still here
Still here
Still here