You move your flow to days
If words never come
Will you meet me half way?
Im happy to talk
If youre happy to stay
On some days Im a nobody crossing the play
Days dont talk after years under sideline
But I guess, that places are to haunt
Your shimmering view are the places I could choose
All you want is a place to be alone
Everyone knows that well all die alone
One way or another we will be all alone
But I can still feel all the muscles that grow
Then I can live watching the hopes you disturb
Which I would still sleeping on each side at home
On some days Im a nobody crossing the play
Days dont talk after years under sideline
But I guess, that places are to haunt
Its better and safe to just sleep and sometimes sleeping is what youve got
You move your flow to days
If words never come
Will you meet me half way?
Im happy to talk
If youre happy to stay
On some days Im a nobody crossing the play