Mistimed
Born an hour late
Everyone around me have to wait
This time
Will be different
Bet you ten to one
I was up and almost ready 12.50
Saving a second
Wasting a day
What do you reckon
What can I say
Backside
Of a shrinking bus
I believe this is the end of us
Motorway decorations
Are hard to grasp by foot
I know but I realize that it's a price I pay
Saving a second
Wasting a day
What do you reckon
What can I say
6.45pm
I'm doing fine
Five to whatever
Oceans of time
I find a lot on my plate now
I start sanding the gate now
I see that seven is eight now
Why, I'm suddenly late now
Saving a second
Wasting a day
What do you reckon
What can I say
6.45pm
I'm doing fine
Five to whatever
Oceans of time
I find a lot on my plate now
I start sanding the gate now
I see that seven is eight now
Why, I'm suddenly late now
Eggstone - The Late Lyrics
Eggstone - The Late Lyrics
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Mistimed
Born an hour late
Everyone around me have to wait
This time
Will be different
Bet you ten to one
I was up and almost ready 12.50
Saving a second
Wasting a day
What do you reckon
What can I say
Backside
Of a shrinking bus
I believe this is the end of us
Motorway decorations
Are hard to grasp by foot
I know but I realize that it's a price I pay
Saving a second
Wasting a day
What do you reckon
What can I say
6.45pm
I'm doing fine
Five to whatever
Oceans of time
I find a lot on my plate now
I start sanding the gate now
I see that seven is eight now
Why, I'm suddenly late now
Saving a second
Wasting a day
What do you reckon
What can I say
6.45pm
I'm doing fine
Five to whatever
Oceans of time
I find a lot on my plate now
I start sanding the gate now
I see that seven is eight now
Why, I'm suddenly late now
Born an hour late
Everyone around me have to wait
This time
Will be different
Bet you ten to one
I was up and almost ready 12.50
Saving a second
Wasting a day
What do you reckon
What can I say
Backside
Of a shrinking bus
I believe this is the end of us
Motorway decorations
Are hard to grasp by foot
I know but I realize that it's a price I pay
Saving a second
Wasting a day
What do you reckon
What can I say
6.45pm
I'm doing fine
Five to whatever
Oceans of time
I find a lot on my plate now
I start sanding the gate now
I see that seven is eight now
Why, I'm suddenly late now
Saving a second
Wasting a day
What do you reckon
What can I say
6.45pm
I'm doing fine
Five to whatever
Oceans of time
I find a lot on my plate now
I start sanding the gate now
I see that seven is eight now
Why, I'm suddenly late now
Writer: MAURITS CARLSSON, PATRIK BARTOSCH, PER GUNNAR SUNDING
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Performed By: Eggstone
Length: 3:35
Written by: MAURITS CARLSSON, PATRIK BARTOSCH, PER GUNNAR SUNDING