Cortina Motors

Standing at the altar when I heard I sound

Not a soul to see when I turned around

Went back to the book read another page

Trying to figure out the last day

Trying to make me give up for a plastic break

Know I don't river but this s**t won't sink

I'm still making records and they still turn gold

We are living in the stream

King was in his chamber counting all the money

She was in her parlour reading all the fun

Around the little natures when the old man falls asleep

He says there's more to this than what your brown skin sees

You ran away be what you're supposed to be

Don't take the bait just see it free

Repeated