The Balance

Tonight we're young let's fool our old souls
And fill our lungs from this glass bowl
Let's fall in love with this feeling
Let's view the world from the ceiling

Colors and paint, our perceptions and state, of our hearts, our hearts
And it's not about the abuse but the fault of the art, the art, so

Let's smoke out your new car
Hop to the next bar
Fall and make some new scars
Tonight we are not alone
Let's forget where we park
Wander in the dark
Retrace steps from the start
Who's gonna carry me home?

Tonight we know, there is no sleep
The city's our's and we play for keeps

Patterns and shapes of the journeys we take squeeze our hearts, our hearts
And it's not about the abuse but the fault of the art, the art

I'm running, running, running
(Fall into your arms)
I'm running, running, running, oh
I'm running, running, running
(Fall into your arms)
Running, running, running
We could have it all

It's not about, not about, not about

Carry me home
Carry me home
Carry me home
Carry me home



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Anthony Bonus, Justin Gammella
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