Safely experimenting
Drowning insecurities in seventh notes
Sitting on the floor
To catch the tracks of inner entities
Don't wake me up
As I'm flying through outer space
And sounds they speak to me
In a post-apocalyptic or pre-native language
Lie to me
Please lie to me
It looks so comfortable to sit on the wooden bench
The bell is singing a sweet melody to me
Vibes on the ear-drum
It sticks but doesn't hit
And I play around it
Finding harmony upon my breakaway that I can't reach
And I kinda like the way it cries
Deeply inside of my chest
Lie to me
Please lie to me
It looks so comfortable to sit on the wooden bench
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Oh, lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Oh, lie to me