Tourist - Bonus Track
To breathe
To live
To fly
To float
To love
To laugh
To see
To smoke
To run
To walk
To cry
To hope
To be a traveller in this world
Traveller in this world
Ah, allright, woke up feeling like I gotta get out
My head's stuck in a dream
Where I been travelling about
And maybe if I'm crazy
Think that I should pack my bags for the long run
I ain't coming back, mum
Scout my passport, leave my keys
Hope there's cash down the sofa, need some P's
I got aspirations for flying over the mountains
And staring down the cities that nearly touching the clouds
Can you feel your ribcage pumping?
Have you got your spirits up?
Are you ready for the ride your life's been calling out for so damn long?
In this world, wе can all be tourists, yeah
Or we can all stay put
But thеre's nowhere else I'd rather be
'Cause I've never felt this free
Okay, step off the train to get straight on a plane to fly countries away
To see wonders and ways people work and change the game
I can't believe I spent so long in the same place
Look what I been missing, missing
Tokyo, LA, New York, Paris, Egypt and Rome
But still reminiscing, 'niscing about home
And a hazy night down new road, yeah
To breathe
To live
To fly
To float
To love
To laugh
To see
To smoke
To run
To walk
To cry
To hope
To be a traveller in this world
Traveller in this world
Can you feel your ribcage pumping?
Have you got your spirits up?
Are you ready for the ride your life's been calling out for so damn long?
In this world, we can all be tourists, yeah
Or we can all stay put
But there's nowhere else I'd rather be
'Cause I've never felt this free
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Can you feel your ribcage pumping?
Have you got your spirits up?
Are you ready for the ride your life's been calling out for so damn long?
In this world, we can all be tourists, yeah
Or we can all stay put
But there's nowhere else I'd rather be
'Cause I've never felt this free
To live
To fly
To float
To love
To laugh
To see
To smoke
To run
To walk
To cry
To hope
To be a traveller in this world
Traveller in this world
Ah, allright, woke up feeling like I gotta get out
My head's stuck in a dream
Where I been travelling about
And maybe if I'm crazy
Think that I should pack my bags for the long run
I ain't coming back, mum
Scout my passport, leave my keys
Hope there's cash down the sofa, need some P's
I got aspirations for flying over the mountains
And staring down the cities that nearly touching the clouds
Can you feel your ribcage pumping?
Have you got your spirits up?
Are you ready for the ride your life's been calling out for so damn long?
In this world, wе can all be tourists, yeah
Or we can all stay put
But thеre's nowhere else I'd rather be
'Cause I've never felt this free
Okay, step off the train to get straight on a plane to fly countries away
To see wonders and ways people work and change the game
I can't believe I spent so long in the same place
Look what I been missing, missing
Tokyo, LA, New York, Paris, Egypt and Rome
But still reminiscing, 'niscing about home
And a hazy night down new road, yeah
To breathe
To live
To fly
To float
To love
To laugh
To see
To smoke
To run
To walk
To cry
To hope
To be a traveller in this world
Traveller in this world
Can you feel your ribcage pumping?
Have you got your spirits up?
Are you ready for the ride your life's been calling out for so damn long?
In this world, we can all be tourists, yeah
Or we can all stay put
But there's nowhere else I'd rather be
'Cause I've never felt this free
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Are we all tourists?
Can you feel your ribcage pumping?
Have you got your spirits up?
Are you ready for the ride your life's been calling out for so damn long?
In this world, we can all be tourists, yeah
Or we can all stay put
But there's nowhere else I'd rather be
'Cause I've never felt this free
Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Zachary Tobias-williams, Cody Damon Thomas-matthews, Connor James Cheetham
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