Текст песни Slow Mo - Tall Heights

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.