Last order's rings leave in time the night's not finished cuz you're not mineMaking funEveryoneBut GPS is faultyAnd there's no one home the candle flicker slowlyYou can't stop me from feeling alright you wanna Sunday type of love then you love to tryTaxi time not to be seen but I'll always walk home walk home walk home if you're with meWell, I run the past quite fancy the present I'm using the future as an antidepressantThe GPS is faulty now the lights are on and there's no one homeFlicker slowlyForget the chit-chat ignore the riff-raff get your bag and goForget the chit-chat ignore the riff-raff get your bag and goAnd if you don't wanna go, I know you won't be alone you'll text the ones in your phoneOh, but you don't find love on a FridaySunday typeLast of his reign, he's leaving timeThe night's not finished, cause you're not mineOr I'm not done, making fun out of you