I want to shake the buildings
I want to scrape the sky
I want laughter instead of these sore aching sides
And I want to sing like it's my last day alive
No more complaining about the storms I create.
I pray for rain and then curse when the levee breaks.
No more fixating on all of my flaws.
I hang the painting and then tear down the wall.
I want to shake the buildings
I want to scrape the sky
I want laughter instead of these sore aching sides
And I want to sing like it's my last day alive
I want to do the right thing but I'm too afraid of the lightening so my tails tucked in my legs
I want to tell you straight but my mind is a maze and I know we'll both get lost in the hedge
I want to shake the buildings
I want to scrape the sky
I want laughter instead of these sore aching sides
And I want to sing like it's my last day alive