There's a spot up in the ceiling I'm staring at when we touch It is not that I'm not feeling I'm feeling too much
There's this moment when you're thinking That i'm not fully here It is not that I am not listening I'm listening to...
...everything that's all around The constant movement of the sky and ground Your voice just simply one of the thousand little sounds
The roaming rivers in my mind We're fractals on the tide, our scope but pixel wide And you think I fail to see your side?
Human human precious thing The center of your everything Concluding therefore that you must be interesting
You talk about your jobs and dreams Your relatives, vacation plans, and football teams My mind just swiftly flows upstreams
Every time I close my eyes I can hear the roar A thousand voices telling me You're heading for a fall Every day you lecture me On measure and control I cut my wings to keep you near 'Cause I'm keen to a fault
You keep talking about focus Keep narrowing down my view But I feel so much more broken When I think like you
Where you used to see dysfunction You must learn to see me I was born for multithreading Born to the stars
I was born to dreamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
