Stall.
It’s so peaceful.
Us sleeping around the floor. Reaching, just out of touch.
I’m so sure yea
Yea caught in the rhapsody war. Breathing so I can howl. Careening ourselves to bed.
They know I’m a type A.
You though: you’re the type for me.
Once a day I replay all the ways that you’d feel. Soon one day I’ll awake to have made it to you.
I pre-form
All my thoughts into hooks.
I’m reaching around, afar...
Still, you remain out of touch.
It’s okay.
Do your thing, yea, do what you want. It all leads you back to here.
And I feel you getting near.
I know I’m a type A
You though: you’re the type for me.
Once a day I replay all the ways that you’d feel. Soon one day I’ll awake to have made it to you.
Turn up, turn out.
I’m running in place.
For now no doubt you’re running my way.
Turn up, you’ll turn out then be coming my way.
Yea.
Soon one day I’ll awake to the state that I dreamt.