Hidden Track

Sitting on the edge of an armchair

My seatbelt unfastened

Shoelaces not tied

Letting the wind mess my hair

Make up all smudged

Waking up all blurry-eyed



Its too early in the morning

For my words to come out right

Just getting used to sunshine

Im still squinting in the light



And it looks like a perfect day

Just to get away

All the mundane

Has bought out the rebel i was born to be

And it feels like the perfect time

Just to break away

This is my life

A decision from the norm



Im a non-conformist

I like doing stupid things

Like laughing on a train

Or falling in love again

Television, magazines

They tell you how to live your life

But not how to use your brain



Its too early in the morning

For my words to come out right

Just getting used to sunshine

Im still squinting in the light



And it looks like a perfect day

Just to get away

All the mundane

Has bought out the rebel i was born to be

And it feels like the perfect time

Just to break away

This is my life

A decision from the norm



Ooooooooh oooo yeh yeh yeh



I wanna do something i've never done

Dig my toe beneath the surface of a sea

That i've never seen the bottom of

Im not perfect don't have to be

Can walk around in just barefeet

Im comfortable in my own skin

My confidence it starts within, oh



And it looks like a perfect day

Just to get away

All the mundane

Has bought out the rebel i was born to be

And it feels like a perfect time

Just to break away

This is my life

A decision from the norm

Decision from the norm



Oooooh oh ooooh yeh yehh mm