Intel and Dreams

Good chord, bad chord Good chord, bad chord Oh, I like the lightness of being on my own I like the quiet and walking 'round my home With no other body there and no fabric you can tear It can almost be like floating in A gravity-free zone Good chord, bad chord Good chord, bad chord As my eyes scan round the world I can follow any thread Any curiosity and see just where it led Everything's so natural There's no awkward push and pull Deep down I'm so much more comfortable Inside my head But oh, 81 times a day I turn and see Nothing but empty air there And even the best days They feel half-wasted I grew up with an older sister and Even through some sparring we were a team And we shared intel and dreams Oh, we shared intel and dreams