Oh, I like the lightness of being on my own I like the quiet and walking ´round my home
With no other body there and no fabric you can tear It can almost be like floating in A gravity-free zone
Good chord, bad chord Good chord, bad chord As my eyes scan round the world I can follow any thread Any curiosity and see just where it led Everything´s so natural There´s no awkward push and pull Deep down I´m so much more comfortable Inside my head
But oh, 81 times a day I turn and see Nothing but empty air there And even the best days
They feel half-wasted
I grew up with an older sister and Even through some sparring we were a team And we shared intel and dreams Oh, we shared intel and dreams