Running in the house.
I see you walking, but it's not in your control.
Leave this house!
Longing for retreat.
I see you talking, but it's not up for auction.

Feast your eyes!
There's nothing to tremble this child.
Feast your eyes!
You cannot tremble this child!

I'm facing good.
At least the very same hand delivers me love,
but it takes up too much breathing,
hurting me good.

Feast your eyes!
There's nothing to tremble this child.
Feast your eyes!
There's nothing to tremble this child.

But it seems like your limbs will sink to the floor
as my grip gets tight and sore around your neck.
There are bruises in my chest.

Collapse your eyes!
There are bruises in my chest.
Collapse your eyes!
And everything will be fine, I guess.

I am facing good.
The very same hand delivers...
Feast your eyes!
I am facing good.
The very same hand delivers love and disgust.
I lay on the breach.
Right where I want me to be.
Below and into my skin.

Confidence, confidence!
I reach and set out for the sun.
Be adviced there's no one to be outrun.

I wait until it grows inside of me and overhead,
until it grows back to your control.

Feast your eyes!
There's nothing to tremble this child.
Feast your eyes!
There's nothing to tremble this child.

Collapse your eyes!
There are bruises in my chest.
Collapse your eyes!
And everything will be fine, I guess.