Time’s a sequence and you wait for changes
The problem is you know I got no patience
I’ve got no desire to be the fourth person in line.
It’s a problem that I try to counter
So I learn to burn using much less matter
But it means I turn off the thing that keeps me alive.
So turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
I’m standing at the station waiting for someone
To flag me and tell me that I can go
So now you know.
Well I’ll stop for petrol and I’ll stop for Dylan
But that’s the limit when I get moving
Everywhere I go you know I got to get there first.
Well she gives me kisses and she gives me squeezes
And she knows the backstreets of the foreign cities
Where you get to see things you’ve never ever seen before.
So turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
I’m standing at the landing and as far as I can see
The band is ready to blow.
So now you know.
I’ll disappoint you and I’ll let you down
I’m not the joker I’m the sheriff of this town
And I’ve got some information I’d love to get around
I mistook Memphis for a house in Surrey
You can miss detail when you’re in a hurry
A passing smile well it makes no sound.
I open presents before Christmas
For my crimes she’s a witness
Seen me in good times, known me in bad.
So turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
I’m waitng for the volume in my life to hit a meter
And make it glow
So now you know
Now you know.
– R. Forster