You are, truth, wait. Patiently.
Walk the streets with a song in my head,
[Heaven we flow so]
Got my toes on my pup at the foot of my bed
[My heart always seems to know]
I'll take a glimpse back, I want the soul instead,
'Cause I've found some kind of fairy tale.
I used to, hover, outside my truth.
Always worry.
Some of it doesn't really make sense to me but that is what I hear :razz:.