Flow

Just as you let yourself go

I'll be a shape outside your window

Just as you shake your head no

I'll be a pill your forced to swallow

Hungry for what they call flow

Hungry for what they call flow

And if you knees shake

It means you are awake

And if your hands swell

Well, nobody can tell

But I won't let you hurt yourself no more

I won't let you hurt yourself no more

Hungry for what they call flow

Hungry for what they call flow

When there's no where, no where to hide from

A heart this big

There's no where, no where to hide from

A heart this big

Oh-whoa, whoa, whoa

Oh-whoa, whoa, whoa

Oh-whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I called the house of the Lord

He had a swollen sword

He said, "Run, run, run, from the wall"

I ain't got no room in this hall

I called the house of the Lord

He had a swollen sword

He said, "Run, run, run, from the wall"

I ain't got no room in this hall

I called the house of the Lord

I called the house of the Lord

I called the house of the Lord

But there's ain't nobody home

Choose light

Choose light