Wembley

I wanna stop and stare But my legs keep moving This endless race Has got me fuming There's a finish line on horizon It's set six feet under But I want to lay right here This could be My Wembley But I just don't have the lungs This could be My Wembley But I just don't feel like getting up I'm losing my breath And my legs get swollen The view's so nice When you stop controlling If I knew how it would be I'd just call in sick And stay at home alone This could be My Wembley But I just don't have the lungs This could be My Wembley But I just don't feel like getting up I wanna stop and stare... I wanna stop and stare... I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna stop and stare...