Days seem shorter than they arenFinished counting all the starsnFeel the gears wind down againnAnother pay check to cash innMay the lord of flesh and bonenLeave you some to call your ownnAs we slowly feel our waynThrough another shapeless daynnUp the hill to sow some seednNostalgia's warmth is all we neednPast disappointments turn to steamnWe're superheros, in our dreamsnThrow the radio up highnWatch it drown out half the skynSynaesthesia coloured bluenAquaman knows what to don