I know this city. Although I’ve never been here before, I recognise some of the buildings
So even though I’m lost, I feel I can find my way back to whatever place I came from
The outskirts of Istanbul? My phone has left me.
Some strange virus took over for the umpteenth time
I’m always too late while they
Anxiously wait
But I’m always too late
There I said it. I’m always too late, even for the Huns at the gate
The potty-mouthed, navel-gazing tourists with their tortoise necks. By the way, what are they doing here?
I know, they’re sitting in a carriage, chatting away
I can’t make much of it, and I’m dying of stress because oh no!
I’m always too late while they
Anxiously wait
But I’m always too late
This could be a school. A labyrinth of walks, stairs and classrooms and I can’t find the exit
While my friends are waiting with the equipment and the audience wants them to start without me
But I know the show must go on
As I’m pulling the carriage through a desert of empty alleys
I can already see them!
I’m always too late while they
Anxiously wait
But I’m always too late
What’s wrong with my phone, tell me what’s wrong with my phone
What’s wrong with my phone, tell me what’s wrong with my phone
What’s wrong with my phone, tell me what’s wrong with my phone