A walk in the park, a drive in the rain
A kiss on the hand, or even a handshake
Long time in the bath, washing away a troublesome day
Back as soon as I leave...
Yet if I keep my head under the water
I forget what I was worried about at all
Leaving the water gone cold, I start to think and then I fall
Feelings are getting old, and I'm trying not to spiral
A look out the window, a foot out the door
The other trying the threshold
Step back inside now, don't ask for anything more
Please, don't go there, accepting what I've got...
More wouldn't be fair... an open and safe world, no care
It's impossible, or so they tell me.
It's impossible. For all of us to be free.
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