The time had come, to try and truly shine
Like a spinning-top, a dime
A dozen or more with the exact same prime concentration
Perfect stations weathered
Moulded and melted ’til we felt absolutely everything
A marked timble – tremble and we fall
Oh so far
Match the pieces back together
Whether you can or cannot, an addictive shot at what’s immaculate
An ex-pat, summoned right back to where they belong