Waking up at eight Already running late Chatter in the hallway Late out the door again Nothing ever lifts Nothing ever sticks Turn it up Turn it up Till I feel it in my blood In my blood Faces in a blur Days I can't remember Going through the motions Like it doesn’t matter Nothing ever lifts Nothing ever sticks Turn it up Turn it up Till I feel it in my blood In my blood Then the lights go low And the speakers blow Everything I carry disappears below On the floor I’m free Something back in me Only place I feel like who I used to be Nothing ever lifts Nothing ever sticks Turn it up Turn it up Till I feel it in my blood In my blood
