Lyrics
I wanna be the street you're walking on
I wanna be the highway when you're gone
because this blood is boiling, like there's something wrong
I wanna be the sky you stare into
I wanna be the train you listen to
because these hands are shaking, and that's nothing new
Breath is lost somewhere in the middle
Where poets weep
and fools drink themselves to sleep
I wanna be the song you're dancing with
I wanna be the suitcase that you lift
because these eyes are closing on their last shift
I wanna be the raindrops on your face
I wanna be the door when you leave this place
because I am tired and cannot keep up this chase
