[Whistling & ukelele instrumental] [Verse 1] Rolling up to Oxford Circus And I'm really wishing I was worth this But money's tight and it's getting tighter And if I go down I'll die a fighter And yeah my visa's tight Having nightmares every night Yeah I'm stuck here on the phone Trying so hard to call home Yet streetlights turn teardrops into kaleidoscopes Will I sit here with my pedal on the gas Well I don't know [Chorus] I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know No I don't I don't know I don't know [Spoken] There's whistling here [Verse 2] One day this week I woke up and realised
It's not 2008, and I cried and I cried And I cried cause nothing's stopping time Yet the year that seemed so far away is now on the other side And yeah I'm growing older, growing tired, growing bolder Matt was right; it gets much colder when I cry on my own shoulder But at 23 I still don't even know who I am Am I a boy or am I a man? Well I don't know [Chorus] [Bridge] So in the moment I'll stay While the crane man picks his beams of sunlight up and Maybe this is one of those days Yet maybe this'll be the rest of my life, so [Chorus x 2] I don't know!