Got my fix on a train In the pocket, fear and frame Not an issue or a lack of understanding, baby One in ten will get their way Watch your sandcastle sink below the rising tide Like, losing grip of your best friend's hand as he jumps to his death There's four of us, and two of them, but one's imaginary One in ten have got your back Reminds me of the time they gave their word Having thought you'd won again At a moment's notice, a moment's notice It bites, yeah, it might Close, yeah, you're close At a moment's notice, a moment's notice It bites, yeah, it might Close, yeah, you're close Moment's notice, a moment's notice It might, yeah, it bites Closer than I've ever been