I lay in the grass
Wrapped in cellophane
Face sore from smiling
Those days wear hi vis
And stand where the light is
Those days wear hi vis

I let my hair down, then cut it off
Coloured myself in
Sky got a blood lip, babe
Put on your hi vis
And stand where the light is
Put on your hi vis
And stand where the light is
Put on your hi vis
Sky got a blood lip, babe
Put on your hi vis