N(d)i[a]t[y]e[s]
Limbo (Pop)
Wish I could drive with my hands tied
Both touching each side, the left and the right
Walk alone, I breathe the lines they
Move too fast but I'm alright
All the days
All the nights
Boy, you’re why
I don't sleep fine
Sometimes I see you with my eyes shut
Flying high like a kite, but
There's no strings, nothing attached
Just feelings, no looking back
All the days
All the nights
Boy, you’re why
I don't sleep fine
