A mans to keen to sell what I don't need The rain it falls down up off the street So many people, how do they all exist? It gets me thinking, but I shouldn't think like this
I'm in danger of getting so lost. But then again is that part of the plot? So many people, whose problems I can't read. It gets me thinking, do they question the same thing?
'cause I can't take it all in all at the same It comes like a flood that swallows you
But suddenly it'll cut you free and point you to an empty space 'cause my everythings just a puzzle piece of what is actually happening, actually happening here
This woman she has sadness in her eyes They pull me in but I can't see inside She has a life she leads, but it's nothing to do with me So how can I understand what I can't even see?
'cause I can't take it all in all at the same It comes like a flood that swallows you
But suddenly it'll cut you free and point you to an empty space 'cause my everythings just a puzzle piece of what is actually happening, actually happening here
These thoughts will weigh me down 'til I can't breathe I'll slot myself back in the puzzle, where I should be More from Gabrielle Aplin