Some of us
Never wanna stop. I know
It's just a bit, when you're on the go. I know
It steadily increases as you slow
Right down
There isn't a rule;
there isn't a formula.

'Cos I could've made this all up
From a random generator textbook
I stopped worrying a long time ago
I didn't run out of things to say.

Slow now, slow now
Easy on the eyes
If I had made all this up
I hope you would have left me
This is the path if you wanna be free
I could've ignored myself
I could've missed the beat now

It's going free whether you like it or not.
This is the vortex, right on this spot.