Lyrics:

Plum tuckered out of sleep
Didn't get to bed 'til three
I picture you, I picture me
I picture synchronicity

Inside out but looking good
Zigzaggin' the neighborhood
Truth be known, the holy grail
Leave it up to heads or tails

Justice, please forgive me
For what I have done
Some days you gotta stand
And some days you gotta run

Fast and forward to the day
Balance due is overpaid
Bittersweet simplicity
You're fresh out of hooks in me

Justice, please forgive me
For what I have done
Some days you gotta stand
And some days you gotta run