i've got some hefty plans
but i've got time
i've got some dirty hands
and they're all mine
help me paint the picture
simple conversation
it's easy to hold
you're never gonna get it
you're never gonne get it right
and you squeeze
am i free?
well i was never one to give up to
i'm in a constant altered state
i'm so afraid to let it out
i might escape if i embrace
what i create, i better not
the wave is tidal, smiths the idol
and i just can't complain at all
the rest is what i make
i better start
or else i'll be late
i'm ready to go back home
to the house i built
to the face i long
sing the songs that
i know you love
and it's wonder how i became
and i wonder how i'll behave
i guess it's simple to say
how we mingle in this tiny bed