Slow Mo

Under the dream of growing taller, in its infancy of form How I wished I could have stopped it then from learning how to crawl In the shadow of my father I couldn't help from feeling small In a crowded world for dreamers I wanted so much more Slo mo, I got a new song to reach her Somewhere under the bleachers, it's only a lark Lost inside of a moment of free space Before getting claimed like a suitcase Dragged off into the dark Does she know I tiptoe into the heart? Then in the clean slate of her bedroom Where some day I will lie Maybe she'll wish she'd never opened up My skull and crawled inside Into my dream of extra legroom See the seduction I design Tell me that maybe I should make something And save it for myself And I close my eyes while I am lying still... The pulse might slow, but stop it never will Slo mo, I got a new song to reach her Somewhere under the bleachers, but it's only a lark She'd say "there goes the moment of free space," Before getting claimed like a suitcase Dragged off into the dark Now she knows I tiptoe She knows I tiptoe into the heart