Again i wake up to the sound of radio
its a reminder of a place i gotta go
i wanna shut my eyes and get back to my dream
a place where i can be who i wanna be

Heading for the tube it's no wonder i [bad word] strangers in my face and im caught up in a [bad word] then out of my dream i see u looking at me
dream of reality, r u following me

Work's a drag and I'm going nowhere fast
Lost in an illusion it's such an endless task
going through the emotions a robot out for pay
waste of time and effort so I am able to play

I spend to blend myself into society
i use my credit card to buy identity
Pretty boys parading i watch them passing through
But they dont stand a chance they have nothing on u

borrewed time... I'm standing on the borderline...
borrowed time, no fast forward and no rewind.
borrewed time... I'm standing on the borderline...
borrowed time, no fast forward and no rewind.