If you're listening.
  Sing it back.
  String from your tether unwinds.
  Up and outward (but only) to bind.
  I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me.
  Are you listening?
  Sing it back.
  So tell me what do I need when the words lose their meaning.
  I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me.
  Yeah, stumble until you crawl.
  Sinking into sweet uncertainty.
  If you're listening.
  Are you listening?
  Sing it back.
  I'm still running away.
  I won't play your hide and seek game.
  I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me.
  What a dizzy dance.
  This sweetness will not be concerned with me.
  No the sweetness will not be concerned with.