There are so many things
that ceaselessly call to me
There are so many things that I don't want to hear.
Hot air is in the space,
and I gasp.
Nobody has anything to say
but it will never be quiet.
And every night, the same conversations,
the same faces, and beer in the hand.
I secretly stumbled outside
and danced home in my socks
It's not much but it makes me happy
I run so long until I can't feel the floor anymore.
It's not much but it makes me happy.
It would all be so easy if it was always this way
It's not much but it makes me happy.
Cold air on the skin
I don't want to wait anymore
because every step of mine feels
when I run through empty streets.
There are so many things, that blindly grab at me
I tear myself away with my heart through the wall.
I secretly stumbled outside
and danced home in my socks.
It's not much but it makes me happy
I run so long until I can't feel the floor anymore.
It's not much but it makes me happy.
It would all be so easy if it was always this way
It's not much but it makes me happy.