Clasp your hands, don't touch me, you'll just freeze.
I'm not what you want, I'm what you see.
I am not your train, watch me leave,
Because I give good advice regarding me.
And I am not alone, I'm in-between
I lay down in my thoughts to watch what I've already seen
But everything I play is on repeat
So maybe someone else will crack the screen.
You were there, I saw your face,
Your open smile, with time to waste.
I can't quite make it home if I'm not alone.
Cross your arms, don't touch me, you'll get sick.
All my depth was drowned when the surface got so thick.
I'll stand and talk to you until I get sore,
As my mind bends, and dips around yours.
I love to go too far, I love to live my doubts.
Come on, sink my boat, and let me shout it out.
I will pick myself up when I am
An older, wiser, stronger bearded man.
You were there, I saw your face, I'll stay a while, but these days
I just can't quite make it home
If I'm not alone.
A remix of an OST featuring a variety of artists is such a great idea. It gets small artists in the spotlight and exposes people to art they might have never found otherwise. hexn3t