Inchworm

This night I freed my soul
I let it go up like a balloon into the cold
You were tearing me up inside

We danced a million miles
We carried bees inside of our hives
There was a burgeoning pride

And oh! There were so many places to go

You fight you play it nice
I had a dream that we couldn't think twice
There were too many signals to try

We rode the high like birds
Too many bodies below us not to drop a few terms
Of endearment to the sky

And oh! There are so many places to go
So many dreams to uphold
So many faces to know

And I feel you out on the edge of the road
You have a soul to behold, you are so holy and cold
You can beat back, program, schedule your soul into a fever
Neat as a button in a hole. You can be tied up
Tried for the crimes you can't deny that you did
No you can't deny what you did
Oh you can't deny what you did

This time I punched a hole
I let it heal up like a burn wound into the soul
It was tearing me up inside