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
i love 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, smith is the idol
oh 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 for
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
how we mingle
on this tiny bed.