My Playlist

touching the star — Naits Yeah (Oh, oh) (Ah, ooh, ooh-oh) (Ah, ooh, ooh-oh) I'm out of my mind I'm watchin' the sun die Will you know if I try? I'm losing my composure, but not my stride Yeah, we're runnin' outta time Same black scars, but my heart is on the line I'd do anything I won't even cry, if I must say goodbye to myself (oh) You make me feel Take me far away (far away) Far away Somewhere with you I'm walkin' on the side I walk with you forever 'til the sun dies Will you know if I'm alive? My blood is in my bones tonight (Oh) No matter where you are, I'll come back for you It all feels so natural You touch the star and all I can see is you You lead my way back to the way I knew (oh) You make me feel Take me far away (far away) Far away Somewhere with you No matter where you are, I'll still go I know you're somewhere close, 'cause I feel you No matter where you are I still feel you (oh) You make me feel Take me far away (far away) Far away Somewhere with you (you) (Oh) (Ooh-oh) (Ah, ah-oh) (Ah, ooh, ooh-oh) (Ah, ooh-oh)

I had to tell you Don’t you feel fear Done telling people no need to say I had to tell you Why can’t you hear Anxiety surrounding me I had to tell you There’s no big deal It happens all the time So honestly not a thing to fix My mama always told me Don’t waste a minute Nirvana as how it is And papa always told me Vigilance vivid Or you will lose what you got Then they both tried to warn me Closed door falls into silence I’m drifted too far away Then it went out of sight and No outline’s left Now time to go back Ocean of tears Before the sailing gotta turn back Now it’s the time to go back My tongue can make or break Before I slip and realize Yeah, it’s the time to go back He hasn’t figured it out Guess I should have to go back Maybe I’m bout to go to hell Some things are roaming It’s so hard to pull it out Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand I look for my bible to shore Think I left my bible ’bout around here somewhere So I go through the table, under my bed to figure No, I should better get down on my knees Knocking on the heaven's door it maybe hell it could be Focus on to focus I close my eyes Then Oye yells Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand I look for my bible to shore Think I left my bible ’bout around here somewhere So I go through the table, under my bed to figure No, I should better get down on my knees Knocking on the heavens door it maybe hell it could be Focus on to focus I close my eyes Then Oye yells