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