Strut

Now I know how to walk it off, man

Wrap it up and heal the wound

I’m feeling everything a little too much

Including you (you)

The gate, the swing, the swag, the hit-the-heel

The stumble - make believe this isn’t real

The more you fall

The more you learn to feel

When perception shifts

Expectations give way

I don’t know exactly what to call it

But I wouldn’t call it pain

I put myself in this position

Letting go of inhibition

Let me have my way

This is not love (but)

This is not NOT love (but)

This is not love (but)

This is not NOT love (but)

Alright listen: I packed my bags

And I can be there in a day and half

We grew dorsal fins that night in Berlin

Madrid was just to be a distant dream

I know now that you will never make it there with me

I’m a dreamer, I’m a dreamer, I’m a dream

So we paint the sky with stick-on stars

I knew that we had gone too far

I know the rules! I know the rules…

When perception shifts

Expectations give way

I don’t know exactly what to call it

But I wouldn’t call it pain

I put myself in this position

Letting go of inhibition

Let me have my way

This is not love (but)

This is not NOT love (but)

This is not love (but)

This is not NOT love (but)

This is not this is not (Strut)

This is not not not (Strut)

This is not NOT love (Strut)