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