Maybe just by thinking loud
Maybe just by waiting for the
The breeze that wants to see me
Find the key that fits my door
I'll hold you, don't wanna need
So I'll come begging you for more
Hear the taxi through the window
You're walking through that door
Did you really try to fool me?
You taught me how to read the heart
It was ceaseless since I learned
from all those other stories
No, it won't help me find the
It's a pity that I hate you,
I know you love me, old child
That I'm no good at derping
I'm very scared of losing grip
No, you won't help me find
the key that fits my door
Oh, you've got your pipes
and I won't cross them anymore
It's a pity that I hate you,