Текст песни Brass Band - Jukebox the Ghost

Boredom is a gift
But I've had enough of it to last a lifetime
Give me something shocking, feel like I am falling
I wanna wake up with a start
Boredom is a gift

That's why I leave my time unfilled
Take the phone out of my hands
I want the rarest thrills
So, they hit my soul like a ten-piece brass band

Brass band
Like a ten-piece brass band

I want you to surprise me
Turn me back into myself
Got rid of these distractions, stayed out of the action
Put my head up in the clouds
I want you to surprise me

That's why I leave my time unfilled
Take the phone out of my hands
I want the rarest thrills
To hit my soul like a ten-piece brass band

Brass band
Like a ten-piece brass band
Like a ten-piece
Like a ten-piece brass band

And so, we marched to the beat of our own drum
To the sound of our own blood
Pumping through our veins
Give me the chills again, feel the thrill again
As it hits my soul like a ten-piece brass band
Ooh

Brass band
Like a ten-piece brass band
Like a ten-piece
Like a ten-piece brass band
Like a ten-piece brass band