Now Assy sits in the back of the grey caravan Tomorrow he'll probably be jumping Parisian metro barriers with a bottle in his hands Sparkling, sparkling water mixed with peaches and rum Honestly I don't drink but if I did this would be my favourite punch He said Woke out the door where I could see everyone Dressed in black the classes seemed too far to fit She said Look at you, look at you, the game is over Your cup is full, your cup is full, stop praying for more exposure It is obvious that you're trying Dubious, drop or you die You're pretending but no one is buying Landing, landing, landing is calling you What are you waiting for, what are you searching for Landing, landing, landing is all in you Are you denying the truth I might, I might, I might be boring you She said Although it's not clear as the morning dew That my preferred ways are not happening I would not underestimate who I am Capable of becoming History will be made today It's written boldly on his face So Clay you could hardly miss it You could hardly miss it For transcending the barriers of yesterday Was and is the dream On a road where Cleopatra comes and goes Like fishes caught in ponds Then thrown back for fun She said Look at you, look at you, just pick a fleet Your cup is full, your cup is full, what have you not yet achieved It is obvious that you're trying Dubious, drop or you die You're pretending but no one is buying Landing, landing, landing is calling you What are you waiting for, what are you searching for Landing, landing, landing is all in you Are you denying the truth I might, I might, I might be boring you She said Although it's not clear as the morning dew That my preferred ways are not happening I would not underestimate who I am Capable of becoming History