[INTRO] [ticking clock] Tick. Tick. Tick. [pause] Funny little invention. [beat starts] Round and round. Here we go again. [VERSE 1] Wake up, same sun, different brain, same bloke walking through a different rain. Same old planet doing laps in space, none of us asked, but we're winning the race. Round goes Earth, round goes thought, round goes everything we've ever bought. Round goes record, round goes wheel, round goes mind trying to work out what's real. I went looking for truth at quarter past three, found a takeaway menu staring back at me. Option one: certainty. Option two: doubt. Option three: chips. I know what I'm about. [CHORUS] Round and round, universe spinning. Round and round, Matey Tatey grinning. Round and round, bassline bending. Round and round, nothing really ending. Round and round, Ya Matey Tatey got you like— Hey hey hey, let the weirdness in. Round and round, world keeps turning. Maybe we're here just to keep on learning. [VERSE 2] People want answers served nice and straight, but infinity doesn't fit on a dinner plate. We want beginning, middle and end, universe says, “Mate, I don't work like that, friend.” Seasons loop, habits loop, history repeats, songs come back wearing different beats. You meet old pain in a brand-new shirt, same lesson walking with slightly less hurt. Maybe growth ain't escaping the track, maybe it's meeting yourself when the loop comes back. Same situation, different eyes, same storm cloud, but a wider sky. That's the trick, that's the shift, pain doesn't vanish, you just learn how to lift. [CHORUS] Round and round, universe spinning. Round and round, Matey Tatey grinning. Round and round, thoughts keep swimming. Round and round, consciousness shimmering. Round and round, Ya Matey Tatey got you like— Hey hey hey, let the weirdness in. Round and round, world keeps turning. Maybe we're here just to keep on learning. [BREAKDOWN] [drums disappear] [clock tick slows] One second. Then another. Then another. Who decided time should sound like that? [pause] Maybe the universe isn't moving forward. Maybe it's dancing in circles and pretending that's progress. [whisper] Works for me. [beat returns] [VERSE 3 — FASTER] Spin cycle, mind spiral, wild little mammal reading survival. Dream chasing, fear facing, whole life's basically improvisation. Past comes knocking, future rings twice, present sitting quietly saying, “Mate, this is nice.” But we miss it because we're busy upstairs, building imaginary problems out of invisible stairs. Step one worry, step two regret, step three invent a disaster not happened yet. Meanwhile birds are just doing bird shit, tree doesn't panic if nobody likes it. Maybe nature already cracked the code: be what you are and carry your load. Not perfect, not finished, not finally found, just one more strange soul going round and round. [FINAL BUILD] Round— and round— and round— and— [SILENCE] Where'd the beat go? [pause] Ah. There it is. [FINAL DROP] Round and round, universe spinning! Round and round, Matey Tatey grinning! Round and round, whole room lifting! Round and round, reality glitching! Hey hey hey, open that door! Hey hey hey, there's always more! Round and round, nothing stays still! We don't know why— [BEAT CUT] but fuck it— we will. [OUTRO] [ticking clock] Tick. Tick. Tick. [whisper] See you next lap. [click]
