Athlete

People rushing left to right
There's pretty faces left to right
I'm just frozen staring into space
Faster than the speed of light
I'm holding on, I'm holding tight
Cause stars are gonna crash into this place
And it's caught wide screen so we dont miss a thing
Now I'm standing clear
cause all I waited for is
Closing in,
We've still got twenty four hours
We're closing in,
We've still got twenty four hours
This is more than daily bread,
It's three degrees, It's something else,
And you just take it all into your stride
Couldn't be an accident