The Balance

Tonight we're young let's fool our old souls And fill our lungs from this glass bowl Let's fall in love with this feeling Let's view the world from the ceiling Colors and paint, our perceptions and state, of our hearts, our hearts And it's not about the abuse but the fault of the art, the art, so Let's smoke out your new car Hop to the next bar Fall and make some new scars Tonight we are not alone Let's forget where we park Wander in the dark Retrace steps from the start Who's gonna carry me home? Tonight we know, there is no sleep The city's our's and we play for keeps Patterns and shapes of the journeys we take squeeze our hearts, our hearts And it's not about the abuse but the fault of the art, the art I'm running, running, running (Fall into your arms) I'm running, running, running, oh I'm running, running, running (Fall into your arms) Running, running, running We could have it all It's not about, not about, not about Carry me home Carry me home Carry me home Carry me home