Oh, What a Ride

Won't you live in a song with me? It's just the music that crosses the lines of your face. It's just what I can remember.
Pick up your feet quick. You'll fall and trip. In this life things seem to make sense in our heads till we run out of beds to live in.
Funny how we always tend to give in.
I know we're anything but simple. And sometimes our layers get tangled up in our emotions. But we're only human; I'm here, aren't I?
Pick up your feet quick. You'll fall and trip. In this life things seems to make sense in our heads till we run out of beds to live in.
Funny how we always tend to give in.
Maybe one day I'll change for you, I'll have to find you first. I looked everywhere but all that came out were these words.
Meaningless until you see them. Changing until the world changes sides.
Oh, what a ride.