Showreel
Nostalgic photographs
And watered eyes
I just wanna break this 9 to 5 for you
And do what we want to do
Screaming out the hits on late night drives
I'll be damned it life takes me alive too soon
Our delicate fragile youth
All we have and all we will
Are petals of this flower we can't heal
It's time to play our showreel
Tears and laughs of memories past
A future none can grasp but we can feel
It's time to play our showreel
Sand filled toes
Walking real slow
If this all was a game, we'd be the pros
Back to back champs in a row
Our dream is old
But not quite dead
Lived off the line, you got it kid
Gee wiz
I guess we'll just wipe off the spit
All we have an all we will
Are petals of this flower we can't heal
It's time to play our showreel
Tears and laughs of memories past
A future none can grasp but we can feel
It's time to play our showreel
Dreams
Clocking in
Wake
Clocking out
Me
Day by day
Up
Are we late
Dreams
Clocking in
Wake
Clocking out
Me
Day by day
Up
Are we late
All we have and all we will
Are petals of this flower we can't heal
It's time to play our showreel
Tears and laughs of memories past
A future none can grasp but we can feel
It's time to play our showreel
And watered eyes
I just wanna break this 9 to 5 for you
And do what we want to do
Screaming out the hits on late night drives
I'll be damned it life takes me alive too soon
Our delicate fragile youth
All we have and all we will
Are petals of this flower we can't heal
It's time to play our showreel
Tears and laughs of memories past
A future none can grasp but we can feel
It's time to play our showreel
Sand filled toes
Walking real slow
If this all was a game, we'd be the pros
Back to back champs in a row
Our dream is old
But not quite dead
Lived off the line, you got it kid
Gee wiz
I guess we'll just wipe off the spit
All we have an all we will
Are petals of this flower we can't heal
It's time to play our showreel
Tears and laughs of memories past
A future none can grasp but we can feel
It's time to play our showreel
Dreams
Clocking in
Wake
Clocking out
Me
Day by day
Up
Are we late
Dreams
Clocking in
Wake
Clocking out
Me
Day by day
Up
Are we late
All we have and all we will
Are petals of this flower we can't heal
It's time to play our showreel
Tears and laughs of memories past
A future none can grasp but we can feel
It's time to play our showreel
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Milton Thackeray, Logan S Nelson, Campbell Nelson, Hadley Nelson
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