London Heathrow
So let's take this slow,
As if i should even be one to talk.
Constantly moving on all my luck.
So fast, like a rabbit, then getting stuck.
I cannot give up.
In a briar patch i knew i would meet you
But i'm stopped, not sure it's entirely true.
Deja vu of people that i knew already
And what i did to them... this is getting heavy,
And spinning me places that i wish i deserved to be.
I have to block it before my intuition deceives me.
I rocket back to the earth like an alien
Looking for blue-planet rays to become human.
I have a gift that tells of every curse,
So make a move for the exit.
But your laugh shakes me up and it makes me clean
Between an xm pop-rock takeover queen and
An old friend who left a spell,
Lifted every curse,
And made a move from the entrance.
So i'll get nervous one more time,
Watching hands (not mine) shaking 'maybe' signs,
Tying hair with a flare that's ready
To fly aboard civilian crimes.
They're knife-cutting all the lines.
I don't at all care why.
I'm staring like i've got a better idea.
I saw you scrambling numbers and
Highlighting fluorescent wit
With a study pen on airline standby trends.
Believe me, i see things.
Not crazy.
I've come clean, not wasting.
Not lazy, done chasing.
I knew you would be there but i couldn't believe it.
My friends know i'm out there to speak truths and take dares.
A-b (row) 52, and it's 30 degrees.
I'm making sense with this movie
On the back of the seat on the port-side of this ride.
As if i should even be one to talk.
Constantly moving on all my luck.
So fast, like a rabbit, then getting stuck.
I cannot give up.
In a briar patch i knew i would meet you
But i'm stopped, not sure it's entirely true.
Deja vu of people that i knew already
And what i did to them... this is getting heavy,
And spinning me places that i wish i deserved to be.
I have to block it before my intuition deceives me.
I rocket back to the earth like an alien
Looking for blue-planet rays to become human.
I have a gift that tells of every curse,
So make a move for the exit.
But your laugh shakes me up and it makes me clean
Between an xm pop-rock takeover queen and
An old friend who left a spell,
Lifted every curse,
And made a move from the entrance.
So i'll get nervous one more time,
Watching hands (not mine) shaking 'maybe' signs,
Tying hair with a flare that's ready
To fly aboard civilian crimes.
They're knife-cutting all the lines.
I don't at all care why.
I'm staring like i've got a better idea.
I saw you scrambling numbers and
Highlighting fluorescent wit
With a study pen on airline standby trends.
Believe me, i see things.
Not crazy.
I've come clean, not wasting.
Not lazy, done chasing.
I knew you would be there but i couldn't believe it.
My friends know i'm out there to speak truths and take dares.
A-b (row) 52, and it's 30 degrees.
I'm making sense with this movie
On the back of the seat on the port-side of this ride.
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Ambrose, Matthew Wilson, Jordan Brown, Joseph Saucedo, Daniel Coddaire, Brian Mcternan, Audelio Flores
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