Now I know how to walk it off, man

Wrap it up and heal the wound

I'm feeling everything a little too much

Including you, you

The gait, the swing, the swag, the hip, the heel

The stumble, make believe this isn't real

The more you fall, the more you learn

To feel

When perception shifts

Expectations give way

I don't know exactly what to call it

But I wouldn't call it pain

I put myself in this position

Letting go of bad ambition

Let me have

My way

This is not love (Hot)

This is not like love (Hot)

This is not love (Hot)

This is not like love (Hot)

Alright, listen, I packed my bags

And I can be there, in a day and a half

We grew dorsal fins at night in Berlin

Madrid was just to be a distant dream

I know now that you will never make it there with me

I'm a dreamer, I'm a dreamer, I'm a dream

So we paint the sky with stick-on stars, I knew that we had gone too far

I know the rules, I know the rules

When perception shifts

Expectations give way

I don't know exactly what to call it

But I wouldn't call it pain

I put myself in this position

Letting go of bad ambition

Let me have

My way

This is not love (Hot)

This is not like love (Hot)

This is not love (Hot)

This is not like love (Hot)

This is not, this is not (Strut)

This is not, not, not (Strut)

This is not love (Strut)

This is not like love (Hot)