Bus Lines

[Verse 1]
Always the bus ride seems to last forever
Always the best of times we will always treasure
Stand on the pinted step, red face and sunburnt neck
Book open on your lap, page you soon forget
Pull away your thoughts, realise what you've done
Listen to a different song, march to a different drum
That never comes

[Verse 2]
Clouds across the plain, bus up north again
Ghosts within your head, the one you thought was dead
Gaze out at the glass onto a distant past
Try to understand contradictions of the land
Try to conjure back, broken but still intact
Learning to become a marcher to a different drum
You'll soon become one, become
And if it's gone, it was the wrong one

[Chorus]
It feels like something's taking over us
It feels like torture, get me off the bus

[Verse 3]
Rains from a different day, roads are wet again
Stains from a different time, landmines deep inside
Do you remember how the bus broke down for several hours
Queues at the border check, guards breathing down our neck
Can't weait for the rain to end, can't wait to be home again
Never managed to keep track of that book and now it's gone
Buy another one
Tell me how long can this go on

[Chorus]
It feels like something's taking over us
It feels like torture, get me off the bus
It feels like something's taking over us
It feels like torture, get me off the bus

Always the bus ride seems to last forever
Always the best of times we will always treasure

It feels like something's taking over us
It feels like torture, get me off the bus