Shape of Words
I'm finally breathing easy again but I'm under water
No time to change or shed my skin, made it to the border
Holding tight through the night
Searching your face for any light
I got a brilliant idea, share your thoughts and secrets
I'll turn my inside out for you, don't think I'll need it
Time's in the eye of the beholder
You don't believe but you will when you get older
Looks like we're down to the plastic
Measures seem drastic
All I hear is reverb
Can't make the shape of the words that I just heard
It's kind of like high, it feels like high, I want it like high
High
Is there an easier way to get back and forth?
Directions told me to go east but I'm heading north
The ink I write with should be permanent
But I fear my hope is a detriment
There's nothing new that could be said of home
What's another book, another song, another poem
It's not the destination, it's the journey
You wrote that on me somewhere over my worry
Looks like we're down to the plastic
Measures seem drastic
All I hear is reverb
Can't make the shape of the words that I just heard
It's kind of like, high, it feels like high, I want it like high
High
Looks like we're down to the plastic
Measures seem drastic
All I hear is reverb
Can't make the shape of the words that I just heard
It's kind of like, high, it feels like high, I want it like high
High
High
High
High
No time to change or shed my skin, made it to the border
Holding tight through the night
Searching your face for any light
I got a brilliant idea, share your thoughts and secrets
I'll turn my inside out for you, don't think I'll need it
Time's in the eye of the beholder
You don't believe but you will when you get older
Looks like we're down to the plastic
Measures seem drastic
All I hear is reverb
Can't make the shape of the words that I just heard
It's kind of like high, it feels like high, I want it like high
High
Is there an easier way to get back and forth?
Directions told me to go east but I'm heading north
The ink I write with should be permanent
But I fear my hope is a detriment
There's nothing new that could be said of home
What's another book, another song, another poem
It's not the destination, it's the journey
You wrote that on me somewhere over my worry
Looks like we're down to the plastic
Measures seem drastic
All I hear is reverb
Can't make the shape of the words that I just heard
It's kind of like, high, it feels like high, I want it like high
High
Looks like we're down to the plastic
Measures seem drastic
All I hear is reverb
Can't make the shape of the words that I just heard
It's kind of like, high, it feels like high, I want it like high
High
High
High
High
Credits
Writer(s): Natali Gingrasfield
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