Empty fields

Do your thing

Do your thing

Do your thing

I'll do my thing

I'll do my thing

We can run

Out of space

I don't mind

I don't mind

Do your thing

Do your thing

Do your thing

What?

What is it?

What is it?

Don't you feel the same way?

Curtains turn to shades

Dancing in empty fields

Eating strawberries

But I don't mind

Do your thing

Do your thing

Do your thing

I'll do my thing

I'll do my thing

If we still feel the same way

We can run

Out of space

Go somewhere

Stay beautiful

That'd be nice

So if I see you again

I don't need the old days

Comets running away

Dancing in empty fields

Eating strawberries

Who could've known

That it'd be so hard?

Who knows that it be so hard?

Do your thing

Do your thing

Do your thing

I'll do my thing

I'll do my thing

If we still feel the same way

We can run

Out of space

Go somewhere

Or stay beautiful

That'd be nice