Miles per hour
Sweet turns to sour
High soles on the shoes for some height she can borrow
Ledge fed, with a bed head
All in on a min. bet hanging by a thread
But you, waiting in the wings
Honest thought holding tight
On the ground with the spins
Eyes wide, ideas to describe
Pass out with a pen, while I sleep it's in my head
No way to run, so I walk
I'm the kite and she's the rock
I carry care, try it everywhere
A runaround, melting like glue
Burning thoughts through
Putting time on short term, your turn
On a slow day, to make it ok
Turn around to see
That a thought comes from a seed
And I'll show you that it's this way down
But you, waiting in the wings
Honest thought holding tight
On the ground with the spins
Eyes wide, ideas to describe
Pass out with a pen, while I sleep it's in my head
No way to run, so I walk
I'm the kite and she's the rock
String tied to a finger
Linger tight to the afternoon
Just a kid a little upside down
Looking after you
But you, waiting in the wings
Honest thought holding tight
On the ground with the spins
Eyes wide, ideas to describe
Pass out with a pen, while I sleep it's in my head
No way to run, so I walk
I'm the kite and she's the rock
I'm the kite and she's the rock
