Looking for the buttercups, and I wont say too much,nAnd then it comes a new disease and I wont let it grow,nBut how many roads have you used for gold?nnAnother race, another speed, so dont hold back,nSixteen little seconds, and you wont stop running round the track,nForgive me because I cant leave,nnOh uh oh, where do we go?nAnd how long will it take to slow?nBefore we slide.nnButterflies and picklebums, and I really couldnt give a damn,nAm I close to treatment, or can I now go out in the rain?nWho will see with me, that well never ever leave this pool?nnOh uh oh, where do we go?nAnd how long will it take to slow?nBefore we slide.nnI have to say, that its not too late,nI have to say, you can never help out too late,nI must explain, that its all sober now,nChocked water is now all squirting out,nPile it up and sit on it next week,nBecause we all live our lives together; in the bleak.n