Lyrics Tight Foot - Cale Anderson

Don't look left as if folded in style, sad crocodile bag
My teeth of sap and dragon's maw, as Elizabeth and broken shawl
I never hurt or tightly grasped me, until the spin I made
I lift off and in ways I love it, freaking lost my mind

Bliss, but don't let that become you, because consuming you, it don't do well
The bliss becomes a boredom stronghold, dally me tight feet, dally me tight foot
Dream it to be, dream it to be, dream it to be, this wait is for good
Dream it to be, dream it to be, dream it to be, this wait is for good

Dream it to be, dream it to be, dream it to be, it's coming for you
It's coming for you
Your wildest dreams, it's coming for you. Dream it to be, it's coming for you
Freaky as this time, definitely something different to try
I need one to still fall, and I lifted up the world

From way way down below, for way way down you know
Dream it to be, dream it to be, dream it to be, this wait is for good
Dream it to be, dream it to be, dream it to be, it's coming for you
Dream it to be, dream it to be, dream it to be, dream it to be, this wait is for good

Dream it to be, dream it to be, dream it to be, dream it to be, it's coming for you