Lyrics
Under the dream of growing taller, in its infancy of form, how I wished I could have stopped it then from learning how to crawl. In the shadow of my father I couldn't help from feeling small. In a crowded world for dreamers I wanted so much more.
Slo mo, I got a new song to reach her somewhere under the bleachers, it's only a lark. Lost inside of a moment of free space before getting claimed like a suitcase, dragged off into the dark. Does she know I tiptoe into the heart?
Then in the clean slate of her bedroom, where some day I will lie, maybe she'll wish she'd never opened up my skull and crawled inside into my dream of extra legroom, see the seduction I design. Tell me that maybe I should make something and save it for myself. And I close my eyes while I am lying still... The pulse might slow, but stop it never will.
Slo mo, I got a new song to reach her somewhere under the bleachers, but it's only a lark. She'd say "there goes the moment of free space," before getting claimed like a suitcase, dragged off into the dark. Now she knows I tiptoe, she knows I tiptoe into the heart.