Maybe the clouds and the long walks
Obscure the things that I really want
How to be thirty?
Without having found a return key to recognizing myself
Roll in the nightmares, leave me outside
Quilted anxieties keep me uptight
Deep down inside, pull it all back
My brain is wired to enjoy that
Now that I’ve been there
I can’t help but to feel scared
Of this ocean, down inside me
See the ice broke, and it’s too deep
And the reflections are wrong
Roll in the nightmares, leave me outside
Quilted anxieties keep me uptight
Deep down inside, pull it all back
My brain is wired to enjoy that
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