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I went from cities to touch the suburbs I'm on the highway but I'm barefoot I need a map but not the destination I need a compass but not a conversation I want to run far from this grey town But you're on every street, marked on the ground The momentum but not the pace I won the prize but not the race I want the water without the waves I want the prize but not the race I want the jump but not the height Let me fall but catch me mid-flight I swum with sharks and beats of the sea But I only went down for the company But you won't come back home when I call You left no sign, nothing at all I'm sorry you won't fit inside my heart I wanted love without the build up I need the rules but not the regulations I want the wisdom but not the information I need the light but not the heat of the day I need your hands to show me how to pray I lost the plot underneath the fire Of all the dots and lines that took me higher Away from traffic and smiles that tire I liked the lights but not the tangled wires I need a pulse to feel alive All the words just made it seem more quiet This has all become far too loud I like you more when you don't make a sound But you won't come back home when I call You left no sign, nothing at all I'm sorry you won't fit inside my heart Won't you come like the rain and wash this away I wanted love without the build up |