Texty: Thirteen Senses. Invitation. Thru The Glass.

I wanna take a walk, rain cloud, coat on
And the wind is blowing from the south
I wanna climb a rock from bottom to top
And nothing's getting left behind

I wanna hear your voice call me, call out loud
When you talk to me I'll hear you out
I wanna space it out too close, move on out
It's all around for you to see, yeah, it's all I wanna see
But there's such a lot of baggage

You got us into this so get us out of this
Get us out of this, get us out of
You got us into this so get us out of this
Get us out of this, get us out

Oh, get us out of this
Oh, get us out of this
Oh, get us out of

I wanna lose control, look down, scream out loud
Let the others sort it out
I wanna be impressed with everyone, yeah
Everyone give all the best