| Want to be special, something like your mother
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| Want to be someone else, not me, but another
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| Right here in this moment, I wish I could reach you
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| I’m just a vessel, far away, I see you
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| Too many like us, run out of the steeple
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| Guess you could say I lost some faith in people
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| Want every thought to be golden or fire
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| I could be made out of truth, not some liar
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| Want to be tempered, sick to be tested
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| To see it all clearly, whenever it’s rested
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| Want every lesson, the lessons they teach me
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| Someone who knows where I am, whenever they reach me
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| Give me a fever, show me some reason
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| Love me whenever it’s out of season
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| Want to be special, something like your mother
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| Want to be someone else, not me, but another
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| But now in this moment, I wish I could meet you
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| But I’m just a balloon, far away, I see you
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| I see you
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| I see you
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| I see you, and it’s unclear
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| I need you to show you’re here
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| Tell me, I’m nothing to fear
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| Tell me, I’m nothing, nothing |