knowing theres nothing there
feeling insecure about tomorrow
cuz even 15 mins from now is uncertain
im searchin for a tempo that wont scare me
hopin for a motive when the smoke clears and the air is grey
still waitin and chasing petals of flowers down pavement
the engraved scent of your whisper against my cheek
i speak with lack of knowing
but i speak for keeps
with heaps and piles of growing
lots of ground underneath my feet
a subtle sense of comfort
when theres silence bouncing off the walls
the door keeps swinging open letting u in
and i keep thinkin what could go wrong?
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